 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
The figure striding toward the bed shifted Helena’s attention. She turned her head slightly as she recognised the person as her daughter. Images of her pushing infant Violet in a pram as the visited parks and zoos. Oh, the joy of being able to have such dear and fond memories resurface! It indeed made up for the terrible ones. But Helena was doing her best not to focus too much on those for now… this was a happy time for her, for Jane and for Violet.
“I remember you,’’ Helena replied softly. “As a baby. How adorable you were then, as you are now.” She looked towards Jane. “And I remember us at School. Us arguing over silly things, trying to cram for exams…” Her eyes darted between the two. “I just want to focus on the happy things for now.” This was the woman’s way of letting them know that she did not want to talk of Sam. |