Whitefish River Spring Fever

This place did bring back good memories. But it also brought back some sad ones too. She knelt down against the earth, pressing her cheek into the soft grass. As if by some miracle that she would hopelessly find the touch of her mother there. Or her father. Or brother. All lost.

She gasped lightly, blinking back the wetness that had began to form in her eyes. "Oh it's..." She shook her head, licking her lips. "This spot...it was my den. My family and I...we spent our earliest days right here." She sniffled pathetically. "I guess it is bittersweet, since they are all gone now. I-I thought that I might have found a piece of me that was missing..."

She stepped towards him, slowly. Deflated, having resigned to the truth. "But we can't reclaim the past, can we?" Her smile was sad.