age: 0 moons

heather

I remember my mothers warmth. I also remember a smell. It had not smelled right it smelled like death. I remember as her warmth slowly faded away and my brother and I were left alone. As she slowly faded from this world she called out my brothers name as well as mine. "I love you heather... and... bough..." she had panted out. and then... nothing. we were alone.