Northstar Vale wine drop

she wanted to weep. to wail and sob and choke upon her mother's grief.

she sucked a sharp puncture of air. it will. for how could it not be? they shared all things! for when she had cried, her mother consoled her always. for through her mother and father zosime had learned how to be.

how did the world not begin and end with them? how did they not share this experience too? like all the others?

we share. we share! her voice hiccupped with her sadness now.

and it was then she reached for her mother. only just a girl, confused and wounded by the sadness she had seen.