บท 221: Scene CCXXI

It was an honest compliment and appreciation the wife was conveying to the child’s being.

At times when the sorrow had yet to invade her heart with the painful truth she had learned, Ewelina would at times illusion a day when her own children would be as lovely and pure as the girl resting adorably innocent on her lap is… Picturing a future where they would grow together, as if siblings they were…

Hence, the thought this time… again emerged while the soft hair of the girl was slowly yet carefully caressed… and the void opened viciously empty… for never such illusions would become a reality.

‘… This pain… will it ever fade or diminish…’ — Already feeling a hurtful tremble inside her chest, Ewelina tried not to lose composure. — ‘This child… is not my own… and yet she is the nearest I can feel of what I cannot become…’