89. Past

Luna stared at her bedroom wall with tears in her usually merry and bright eyes. On her dresser lay the beautiful necklace which had once belonged to her mother. It was now hers.

Thinking about the past always felt horrible, especially when it involved her mother. Also on the dresser was a picture of her as a toddler with her mother outside their house on a, sunny day.

There were many other items connected to her mother around the room, but it didn’t make her any better looking at them and thinking about the past.

She literally flew down the stairs.