Memories & Mysteries

Memories & Mysteries

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Jemma's mother was always open and told her only child all her secrets and stories to pass on through their children. She told Jemma an amazing story called 'Margret's Mysteries'. It was Jemma's absolute favourite. Her mother told her this story over and over again, saying it in a realistic way, Jemma always felt like she was Margret throughout the story. She was telling her the story one night then the unexpected happened. Jemma heard a crash and everything went black. *three years later* I always think about that story now and then. As weird as it sounds, i never knew my mothers name. She never told me. She was an amazing woman. I feel like she wants me to find something out. It never occurs to me that what I'm about to find out, will be extraordinary, for me and my mother. *** Okay so this is my second story (excluding the 'funny' one) If this is real or has happened to anyone it is coincidental. This will be similar to the story 'Briar Rose' but it will be my own version:3
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