"Tomorrow is the day…," Chiffon muttered as she looked up at the moon in the sky. "Tomorrow, I will tell Big Brother that I… love him."
Chiffon closed her eyes and the memories of her mother resurfaced. It had been a while since she had thought of her.
Since the day that she had met William, everyday that passed was filled with happiness. The pink-haired girl allowed herself to face the bitter memories that she had kept inside her heart.
She wanted to hear her mother's words.
She wanted to remember her voice.
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"You're going to be twelve soon, Chiffon," April said. "A few more years and you will be old enough to marry. I wish I could see that day."
"Mama, what do you mean old enough to marry?" Chiffon asked. "What is marry?"
She had been too young then to understand her mother's words. Even so, April was patient enough to answer her inquiry with a smile.
