A young girl Lily, likely in her early teens, sat in a cozy, rustic setting at a wooden table surrounded by earthy tones with a pair of crutches leaning on the wall beside her.
Rays of soft golden lights from the morning sun shone in from a near window, casting a flattering and comforting glow in the tiny space and sparkled her smooth sun kissed skin.
Lily's lips curved into a bittersweet smile as she basked in the heartwarming moment. In front of her was placed a steaming bowl of the familiar goodness of her mother's homemade signature pasta emitting a pleasant aroma that she felt full just from perceiving the scent.
A crusty loaf of bread and a pat of butter could be seen beside the bowl as she scooped a spoonful and the familiar taste brought warmth and comfort to the huge gap in her heart left by the demise of her loving mother.
It has been a year now since her mother's death and she haven't been able to bring herself to do things that relives memories of her.
She had done everything thing possible to avoid things that would make ber miss her mother, but for how long? the void still lingered and drew her into an abyss of loneliness that she couldn't get over.
Lily's relished and sad expression will make someone want to step in and embrace her unspoken pain in comforting delight.
Her emotions were in a tidal wave of joy and sorrow.
A lone tear trickled down her cheeks as her hands cradled the bowl and she savoured the food, cooking this by herself was quite a challenge as she couldn't walk on her own and didn't have a help but she was glad it was worth the hassle because it tastes exactly the way her mom always made it for her.
This would be the first time she ate this since her mom gave up the ghost.
Her sweet mother, who was always by her side had fallen to the cold hands of death and left her alone in a cold world, but she felt not even her condition mattered now. Her gaze landed on a portrait on the far end of the room and she said: "mom"
"Hardly do rivers count when oceans flow by
Clouds are nothing except those over the mount of our memories
Whenever I pass by the garden,
I careless about the flowers
Funny, it seems, as that is the concept of it -flowers
Because it's beauty lies in the eternal memories of the little happy moments spent there with you
But now I stare at the scenery with a heavy heart
Wishing to be able to appreciate the beauty once more with you
It's partly my illusion
partly loneliness
partly my yearn for you
looking to be found!"