Prisania's POV
"What a good girl you are, Prisania?"
I heard that sound and looked at the person.... I knew she was my mother.
"Why are you not crying?" She asked me, her voice filled with concern.
But all I could do was stare at her face, which bore only sadness and worries.
I wasn't sure why, but from the moment I was born, I was able to understand what was happening around me, and these memories were as clear as day to me.
"See, this is your father..." My mother said softly as she held a small picture before me, her voice tinged with sadness.
I wasn't sure why she was showing it to me. Days passed since I was born, and my mother's body seemed to deteriorate with each passing moment.
"I-I am sorry, my dear daughter. Please... forgive me for leaving you early"
Those were the last words I heard from my mother.
