This was mother's reaction.
She smiled when she saw me for the first time.
The beginning of the summer.
The beginning of meeting mother once more.
Winter would bring this to an end.
"Mother..." I whispered.
"Persephone... Must you?"
"I must... His fruit... I... the pomegranate..." I hesitantly tell her every time.
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DiversosGoddess of Spring. Daughter of Zeus and Demeter. Wife of Hades. Queen of the Underworld. ||The aesthetics inside are not mine. I found them via Google and/or Pinterest.||