Our dad

eath short. In the hallway, she leaned against the

rapid footste

So

onde hair styled in a neat bun stop right

ague, a gentle and insightful woman

ok pale, murmured Camille,

way, searching

that came back, she whis

ed but didn't

o the staff room.

e first time in years, she might not be

ustling hallway where the children's voices echoed. Upon entering the

to prepare a coffee without saying anything.

understanding that true friendships offer. Sofia fixed her gaze on

placed in front of her pu

ered. It won't solve everyt

a sip, feeling the warmth of the l

ate, she fin

frowned

he

7. The day m

a had lost her mother many years ago, but

, she repli

hook he

e last thing she told me... t

up between her fingers, as if t

ead, her fingers gripping her coffee cup. She felt Camille's

urself. I wouldn't want the

the pain of the memory. Her heart was pounding

ady know,

sigh and settled

ted softly. Not right

that night from her memory, to hide it under layers of work, responsibil

ng gaze and compassionate he

o pay for your mother'

hoed in the ro

ell up, but she didn'

she whi

lence heavy with pain, regrets, and

breath, feeling

spital, and the doctors refused to continue her treatmen

gling against the tear

id what

nt attention, her expressi

h men get everything they wan

embling hand a

en remember her face, just his perfume ... the

ly put her h

evening that yo

ked her h

iam and his br

laugh esc

pay the hospital ... and a few weeks l

g to contain the emotion t

n the end, that was not enough. She died a f

little loudly, as if to

k she was angry?

t out a

use sh

lle, and a lonely tea

ne. She guessed it ... a

at her for a long time, then she got up and

she collapsed against her friend, leav

ispered Camille, hugging her. No

y, hiding her face

ge myself,

at night, you had your sons. An

iend's arms, feeling com

brought this burden alone. But

... that she could finall