I figured something was wrong about half way but even still it hurt so badly.
Great read honestly, I’m not crying, I’m not sad either, d-don’t mind. m-me...
My ma passed recently, and this kinda reminds me of the fated day: after years of moving around to different cities, job positions, new neighbors, new pets, new lawns, new walls... She came back home.
Reading this for the second time hits differently. There were already signs very early on that I missed the first time about the fate of her party members. In particular those empty food bowls left unused, man.