Night stories

A requiem for my mother

In the silent dawn of the Victorian era, a piece was played beautifully and softly, an unnamed piece that no one knew who played it.
Marie Valentine was writing something in her room when the servant entered the room and said: This letter is for you, madam.
Marie tore open the paper and read it. The letter was as follows:: From the girl with the dragon tattoo, to my mother.
Marie had not heard the word tattoo much before, but she knew something about it. She quickly went up the stairs to her library on the second floor. She was looking for a history of this word among hundreds of old books.  She kept flipping through all of them until the flame of his candle was extinguished.
The next day, she took her ink and paper and wrote: Dear Dean, Yesterday I received a letter from a girl with a dragon tattoo in which she called me as her mother. No one knew where this letter came from and also   anything about what she wrote. I read some amazing stuff in the books about tattoos, it actually goes back hundreds of years before us, but I've never seen anyone with a tattoo. It should be exciting. Let's get over it.  I had a strange feeling that someone called me mother. I imagine that this girl lives somewhere beyond these borders. As you know, my writings have become very popular in other countries. I would like to meet her one day and I would like to have childer one day.
love, Marie
Marie spent days writing until the day Dean answered her letter and then one day the maid brought her a letter Marie eagerly opened the letter and read: Dear Marie, as you know, you and I can never have a future together.  .I am looking for a legacy to leave and you cannot have children. I will marry another woman. I hope you have a good life but your writings will never be like a child to you.
Love you, Dean
After years, the music stopped. Marie furiously tore up all her writing, and the ink was spread all over the table. When she finished crying, it was the next day. The maid entered her room. When Marie woke up,  She pushed her hair away from her face and put her tea on the table and sat next to her on the bed.
When she was sure that Marie could listen to her words, she said in a calm tone: "Mr. Christopher passed away."
Now Marie understood why the sound of music had ended. Christopher was a foreigner whom Marie had sheltered and who had been quarantined for years due to his illness. He loved to play the piano. Marie was very sad to see him go.  and she felt more alone.
After weeks of mourning for her lost life, she began to write. She spent many years writing her poems and books and built a beautiful life for herself.
One day, she found out that Dean, along with his wife and only son, died in a car accident. Marie went to his ceremony to pay her respects. The ceremony was simple and peaceful with the presence of his elderly friends and acquaintances and the city priest. In the end, they said that all his legacy  Due to not having an heir, it will be donated to charity.
Marie also died a few years later. Hundreds of years later, a outcast girl with a dragon tattoo reads her books in her room and takes refuge in Marie from a mother who never loved her.