left. Her last words would forever remain carved on my heart. “The sun will shine tomorrow, my love. I know.” “Because it must?” I’d asked her. “Because it was the first thing Luna ever signed to me. When I did her braids sixteen years ago, I asked her if she was sad about her mother. She signed that it didn’t matter. That the sun would always see her to another day. And you know what? It did. Smart girl.” “She is,” I’d said. “Thank you.” My wife had smiled up at me. “For this life.” “Thank you,” I’d answered. “For making me worthy of giving it to you.”
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