Anastasia Grace Wilde has never tasted rest for the past 5 years.
Her mother's battle for cancer is the wall that stops her for resting. Who could rest anyway with the thought that her mother isn't going to last long, that she at least had to try to save her. The woman who gave birth to her, the woman who loved her unconditionally.
Dianthe Wilde never gave up, it was one of the traits that she admired dearly of her mother. She believes that she passed it down to her daughter and I can't disagree with that. She was full of humor, even though she was in pain. She made it look like it was nothing for our sake. She wanted us to stop her therapy, medication and move out of the hospital and stay at home. Her exact words were "I don't want to die in a hospital Gracie, I want to die at the home me and your father worked hard for."
Dianthe always called her Gracie despite her protests. "But Maman . . . "
"No buts Gracie, who's the one dying between us huh?"
I was reluctant to let her, but eventually we got an agreement and she survived for 10 months before it was all over. It was devastating to me, my siblings and my Papa. After the funeral my Papa forced me to a 1 month vacation in Santorini, Greece where my mother was born and where my parents met.
"Maybe you'll meet your soulmate there Chéri. Maybe you will be lucky like me and your mother." He whispered in my ear as we embraced each other goodbye for a month.
"I hope so Papa, I hope so." I kissed his cheek, embraced my siblings just as my plane was starting to board passengers. "Je t'aime" I smiled at them and left, ready for my much needed vacation.
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Maman - mother, mommy
Papa - Father, Daddy
Chéri - Darling
Je t' aime - I love you
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So how's that for a prologue? :) Hope you like it.
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