Chapter 92

ISABELLA

With a deep sigh, I reach into my pants pocket, where I keep a worn photo of my mother. The worn texture under my fingers is a tangible reminder of the time that has passed since she left. As I take out the photo, a lump forms in my throat. My mother's radiant smile seems to echo the joy that once filled the house.

I hold the photo against my heart, seeking comfort in the image that has become a talisman for my memories. Closing my eyes, I allow my mother's presence to envelop me once again. I imagine the warmth of her embrace, the sweetness of her words, and the strength she always conveyed to me.

The silence of the room is broken only by the whisper of the breeze and the silent sobbing. I surrender to the sadness, honoring the memory of the mother who departed too soon. Amidst tears, I find myself confronted with the painful reality that, now, only my father remains.

With the photo still pressed against my chest, I open my eyes and face the emptine