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"Sakura, if a flower could never wilt, would it be special anymore?"
I looked up at my mother and then down at the rose I'm holding. I pouted. "Does that mean me and you will wilt too?" Tears ushered to my eyes and the warm liquid stung, making me blink.
"I don't want you to wilt, mama." I whimpered.
She looked at me with a soft expression. "Sakura dear, even if that happens, I'll always be with you." She placed her hand on my heart.
Not wanting to argue with my mother any further, I nodded and walked away.