Liam grabs my hand and leads me to the walking path before saying a word..

' You're a lot like her ya know '

' Grace, your mother I mean '

Hearing this makes me feel split. A tormented yet happy soul, there is no peace.

' How so? '

I ask quietly, I have a lot of memories of mama but they're vague, almost like looking at them through drunk goggles..

' You're a tall hot blonde whose so fucking feisty folks don't know what to do.. Your mom was a firecracker... Before she got .. Sick. '

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