The morning sun streamed through the hospital windows as Luna, Helena, and Grace walked down the familiar corridor to their mother's room. Grace carried a small bouquet of daisies, her favorite flower, and despite the exhaustion evident on all their faces, there was a lightness in their steps.

Nurse Patricia greeted them with a knowing smile. "She's been asking about you girls since six this morning. Said she had a feeling something important happened."

"Mothers always know," Helena said ...