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tried to relax my tensed shoulders o

sitting on to take my mother into an embrace, I didn't kn

ast few days but it seemed that my fears and unc

ise at my sudden action, she placed a

to gaze at my face as if studying my facial expression. I could

t involved her children or the ones important to her. Sometimes I felt like she kn

e to her. I embraced her once more, hiding my face away from her, so I wouldn't be putting my emotio

d, pausing seldomly which was somet

nt people in my life but I figure it was for the best, it w

tioned, pulling away again, with a con

a light smile, that

while before she took my hand,

y dear" she relayed, pausing only to help me adj

is only normal, it happens to everyone, you, after all, are ge

nd giving them

s I watched my mother's reflection in the mirror in front o

tiful, even with only just your wedding gown on, any man would be delighted to have you as a bride ." She rubbed

e forehead, taking one last glance a

ndants hovering around me, as I trie

g my eye as I watched my reflection, my palms suddenly

the handkerchief even with no sweat left on them, this continued until one of

ss is indee

had to do anything" The ot

mirror and I stud

e back with a pin, strands of my hair rested on each side of my face, and my

I liked it, I was never one to g

ion, quietly and mindlessly, today

t thing on my mind, daydreaming or fantasizing was not my thing and to even

nt to believe, but at a point in my life I used to believe in true love but that was all changed with a single incident and

woman's dream man, a twenty-first-century prince who was considered

iage that a hopeless fraction of me would have wanted, some

uldn't care less, I had a duty, an

he veil over my face and walked out of the room wi