As I stood before Sister Maria's gravestone, I couldn't help but feel a heavy weight in my heart. I placed my hand on the cold stone and spoke softly, "We will never forget you, Sister Maria." The gravity of our loss hung in the air, but it also ignited a fierce determination within me and my brides. Sister Maria's memory would serve as a motivation to continue our journey and fight for what is right.
As we walked away from the gravesite, Windy's small hand slipped into mine. I led her back to the safety of our camp, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. I knew I had to have a conversation with Windy, to explain what had happened and ensure her that I would be okay.
Once we reached the camp, I gathered Windy close and spoke to her gently, "Sweetheart, I need you to go with Mama Aria and Mama Sasha to let Nana Klare know what happened. Mama May and I will stay here."
Windy looked at me with concern in her eyes. "Are you going to be okay, Mommy?"
