Now back at home, Amara waited for her siblings to fall asleep before slipping into her mother's room.
"Child?"
"Yes Mama?"
"Come to me, I have something very important to tell you." The older woman beckoned to Amara. Slowly the small girl made her way to the bed that held up the fragile body, and rested her hand on her mother's head. Ever since Amara's father had died her mother was never quite the same, never sleeping, refusing to eat, until finally she became even to sickly to stand. So now Amara had to earn money for her family and be the nurturing figure to the younger children, a job her real mother had neglected years ago. It wasn't really her fault and Amara knew that, so she helped as much as she could. They all knew that her mother wouldn't last much longer but they tried to support her in every way possible.
"I wish for nothing but to give you more time, time that you deserve.
"For what Mama?"
"To have a mother."
"I wish we could start afresh," Amara whispered into the silky black hair that shrouded the face of one so young yet so aged. "I wish we could make a new world."
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Historia CortaA girl who strives for perfection in everything she does suddenly encounters a large block in her journey to happiness. Will she be able to come back from this tragedy, or will the grief consume her?
