Chapter Three: Ten Wounds Gone

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It was one of those days in the Page's lonely home. The paint on the wall chipped, the kitchen had no more scents of dinner, and there was a cloud of depression lurking. In the little bedroom, on the second floor stood Lily; looking out a stained glass window. She looked out on the busy streets, for today was mothers day. Lily saw all of her classmates frolicing down the streets with their mother's hands in theirs. They all stopped at Lily's house. And Lily watched. People after people, mothers after mothers stopped at the front gate. Her little blue eyes gazed at them. They were all bringing flowers, Lily flowers. Lily's bare feet echoed down the hardwood hallway, and fled down the staircase. She looked out the front door and saw her father standing at the front gate, receiving flowers, hugs, and cards. Lily slowly turned the cold iron handle of the door, and walked outside. Her father was a shaking mess once the crowd of people left. His arms could barely hold the gifts, and his nose was runny. Lily approached her father and tugged on his black coat.

"Daddy? Are you alright?" She asked in a quiet tone. He sighed, and took Lily's hand and walked inside. She watched her father as he gently placed the gifts on the counter where her mother would make their meals.

"Lily.. I'm sorry you can't have a mothers day..." He squeaked as he placed both of his palms on the counter. Lily's small pink lips began to quiver, and she finally lost it. Cries of sadness filled the house. All Lily could think about was the last time she saw her mother. When she died next to Lily, and when her father, Uncle Bonzo, Uncle Robert, and Uncle Jonesy carried her casket down the aisle of the church. Jimmy tried to hold his grieving daughter, but it was no use. Her tiny body slipped through her arms, and she ran out the back door. She ran as fast as her little legs could go. The pollen from the flowers floated behind her, the wind blowing  her long auburn hair. Lily, out of breath and in tears stopped by the tree by the brook at her mother's grave. Lily remembered when her and her mother would play guitar and sing here. Now all Lily could do was be by herself here. Her watery eyes looked at the wooden cross hidden in the shade, with a pink lily sprouting next to it. 

The child fell to her knees and wept for her mother. 

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