You place food at her shrine, Its her favorite- spaghetti. You then touch her photo, reminiscing of the time she was here, but now those memories are nothing but. She watches you from the waters, an insane look in her eyes. "Mommy hears your weeps, your cries, your despracy... Mommy hears it all. Mommy will put the pain to rest, my little one..."She whispers.
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