She opens the ceramic jar and the bitter scent of the ashes greets her nostrils.
She breathes it in; she prays its scent will last.
She pours the ashes around the tall, lonesome tree located behind their house. After she ensures it is a perfectly-shaped circle, she sits before the tree and her mind wanders. Her plump lips tremble as memories crash into her head.
“Let me kiss the tree when I fade; let me live with it.”
In a matter of minutes, the sun will sleep and night will rise. It has been a day.
“I’ll miss you, Mama.”
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