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I knew I was dreaming, it's always the same thing, the same memories that are the wood I need to keep this fire inside me burning.
In those days she was so beautiful, her smile was so loving and kind, she was always very strong going far beyond what was necessary, even now I can't remember her face without a sweet smile on it.
Even at the end, that smile was still there to comfort me on what was the worst day of my life.
"(I was supposed to inherit her power, so why?)" (I)
When she appeared, all I felt was hate, the same face, and voice, but the smile wasn't there, someone so violent and volatile using my mother's face, using the power that should have been mine.
My mother was someone who danced with the elements, her every movement made life blossom, her every word was a song carried by the wind, and her presence was the center of everything in my eyes.
