In the gentle hush of the night, Kiara found herself drifting into a dream that felt as real as the waking world. She was in a serene garden bathed in moonlight, its soft glow casting a silver sheen over the vibrant flowers and lush greenery. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming jasmine and the soft rustling of leaves.
As Kiara wandered through this enchanting garden, her small hands brushing against the velvety petals, she felt an inexplicable pull towards a certain path. It was a winding trail lined with delicate white roses, their soft glow almost guiding her steps. With every step she took, her heart beat faster, a mix of anticipation and hope swelling within her.
At the end of the path, Kiara came upon a beautiful gazebo adorned with twinkling fairy lights. She stepped inside, and there, in the center of the gazebo, stood her mother, Mishti. She was as radiant and beautiful as Kiara remembered her, with her warm smile and loving eyes. Mishti's presence seemed to glow with a comforting light, and she was dressed in a flowing, pastel-colored gown that seemed to shimmer with every movement.
"Mommy!" Kiara exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mixture of joy and disbelief. Tears welled up in her eyes as she took in the sight of her mother.
Mishti turned towards her with a look of pure, unconditional love. Her eyes, filled with a tenderness that Kiara had missed so dearly, met her daughter's gaze. "Kiara, my little angel," Mishti said softly, her voice like a soothing melody. "I've missed you so much."
With an outstretched hand, Mishti beckoned Kiara to come closer. Kiara rushed into her mother's arms, and the embrace was as warm and comforting as she remembered. She buried her face in Mishti's soft, familiar scent, feeling the safe cocoon of her mother's love enveloping her once more.
They sat together in the gazebo, surrounded by the fragrant roses and the gentle hum of night insects. Mishti took Kiara's hands in hers, her touch as gentle as a whisper. "How have you been, my sweet girl?" she asked, her voice full of genuine concern.
Kiara looked up at her mother, her eyes shimmering with both happiness and sorrow. "I've been missing you so much, Mommy," she replied. "Daddy's been sad, and sometimes I feel like there's a big hole in our hearts."
Mishti's expression softened even more, if that was possible. "I know, Kiara. I wish I could be there with you every day. But remember, I am always watching over you, loving you from afar. You're so brave and strong, and I'm so proud of you."
Kiara nodded, her heart swelling with a bittersweet mixture of emotions. She wanted to stay in this moment forever, to hold onto the dream as if it were reality. "I wish you could come back, Mommy," she whispered.
Mishti cupped Kiara's face in her hands, her touch as tender as the first morning light. "I wish I could too, darling. But you have to remember that I am a part of you. My love is in your heart, guiding you, comforting you. And even though I'm not physically with you, I am always there in spirit."
The dream seemed to slow down as Mishti gently brushed Kiara's hair away from her face. The gazebo, the flowers, and the moonlit night seemed to fade into a tranquil haze, and Kiara felt a peaceful calm settling over her.
Mishti stood up, and Kiara followed her to the edge of the garden. There, they watched as the moonlight danced across the water of a small, serene pond. Mishti's voice was soft but filled with a reassuring warmth. "You are growing up so beautifully, Kiara. Never forget that you have the strength to face anything life throws at you. And always know that my love will guide you."
Kiara squeezed her mother's hand tightly, wishing she could hold onto this dream forever. "I love you, Mommy."
"And I love you, my precious Kiara," Mishti replied, her voice tender and full of emotion. "Always remember that."
