*Mae*

Mae watched herself in the mirror as April dawned her hair with snowdrops and baby’s breath flowers. She had always liked her hair more curly, it reminded her of her mother. Octob’er’s hair was usually curled and flowed down her back with only a few pieces tied up with the delicate white flowers that April was continuing to add.

Mrs. Hallow sat back on the edge of Mae’s bed, watching with tears in her eyes. She made no attempt to ...