Dragoncrest Cliffs It holds me tight, this sorrow

No one had taught her how to do this. How she was supposed to mourn the loss of her family, while putting the grief of her children first? How could she comfort them when she was hurting so much? She felt incredibly guilty when her son comforted her. It was not the burden of a child to be supporting their mother like this- and yet, she couldn't help but accept his condolences nonetheless. She felt so weak, so proud, so ashamed. 

She inhaled a shaky breath. "It is hard, isn't it?" She asked, almost rhetorically. She wanted to assure him how much his grandmothers loved him, but she couldn't. She had to hold her breath in order to keep her emotions at bay.