The sky that day was a canvas of darkness. Not a single ray of sun had peaked through as I stood in front of the temple of the deity staring at my mother’s lifeless face for one last time. My eyes searched for hers, to see them one last time. I wanted her to look at me with those warm eyes one more time. I wanted her to tell me how much she adored me. I-I wanted to tell her how much I loved her. My gaze shifted from her face to the marble statue of the deity behind her. I stepped back as the wolves came forward to convey their respect to her. They filled her with her favourite flowers, the things she adored and their love.