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y door in that early morning. His presence filled the air with a sense of author

trying to adjust to the su

, father," I

my greeting with a gentle smile. His voice carried a so

still rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Yes, Father. I slept well

ied, and it felt good to see him. I feel like I rarely saw his

ehind him. He extended his hand, and I happily accepted it, feeling the

know I haven't really spent quality time with you since your mother passed away, and I

her so much,"

your actions; you left me to deal with the g

facing it all al

Could you forgive me

art, I sat up to hug him, my

s if I didn't

rs, and it took him this long to come

father; I forgi

her's things, and I want you t

inquired, my e

g it around my neck as tea

her mother now you can w

lways wear it," I whispered quietly a

f my grip. and wiping away the tears

d and meet me in the dining room," he sho

bed, unable to c

year anniversary o

ather in the dining room, and we walked to the royal gro

grounds, my hands linked in my father's. The area was decked with cascades of her beloved flowers, thei

ilience. It becomes a beacon of light when adorned with lanterns and candles, illumi

skies above. Floating candles embellished with exquisite blossoms drift gently across the river

bold italic characters and is carved with loving words that encapsulate her s

ffection encircle the memorial, expressi

done

They share stories, anecdotes, and cherished memories, creating an atmosphere of la

a hauntingly beautiful piece that elicits bittersweet emotions,

the gathering. Each flame signifies a memory, a shared experience, or an act o

step forward, my heart heavy wit

rest m

t colour the canvas of my heart as I stand

your presence lingers in the fragran

unshakable love that brightened our lives. Each bloom in the garden reflects th

d your laughter is a symphony that still rings in my ears.

he teachings you taught and the ideals you instilled. Your kindness, resilience, and

ame represents the light you brought into my life, and I commemorate your l

uiding my feet and illuminating the darkest of nights. Though you a

d jewel, held close to my heart. Your presence may be miss

heart, forev

ving da

eartfelt tribute to mother with eloquence

was beautiful," fa

ful," Prince Saleem excla

my tears away wi

om the grand kingdom of Ardenia, n

you," I intr

l mine," he said as

man you are," I rem

but no sign of Naima anywhere. I haven't seen her in a

re food was served, and everyon

return to my room, and Saleem

as royals and life witho

the day draws to a close. My mother's legacy, however, lives on-her memory is treasured, her love is immortal