Finally, the mother could not suppress it any longer, and her tears streamed down her cheeks. She was extremely unwilling to part with her child.
She did not want her child to fade just like she did.
It was selfish of her to take the decision into her own hands. Perhaps, someday, her child would resent her for what she was about to do.
She only hoped that her child would not become too lonely.
Sometimes, a mother's love was also overwhelming.
Ayen could feel it even more. The raw emotions that stemmed from not wanting her child to perish with her. Even if it was not a good decision.
Were parents like that? Or was the woman only one of the few?
Or... his parents were ones different? Ayen could not answer that on his own.
The mother landed a firm kiss on her child's forehead, and a lone tear fell in the corner of her eye.
All the hesitations and apprehensions were set aside.
For this final moment.
It was not a gift.
But... a curse.
