[Short-Story] "I approached the willow tree in the distance, it's memories effectively warming me up. I made my way to the trunk of the tree and felt around before my fingers fell upon a familiar carving, only five years old. The carving was that of a heart with 'M+A' carved in the middle. A soft smile made it's way onto my face before my legs gave out and I was sitting on the surprisingly dry dirt. I pushed my forehead forward and lay it onto the trunk of the tree. My hair drew like curtains on a stage and covered my tear stricken face. I wanted to feel the warmth again; I needed to hear my name again, they way it was meant to be said. "I'm sorry, baby girl' I said in a low whisper, "I'm sorry mommy couldn't help you" *Awesome cover by Marveler_*