Braelyn's POV
I couldn't pry my eyes away from the picture. The photograph trembled in my fingers. It was the first picture of my mother I had seen with her looking close to the age she was when she conceived me
The others were of a young lady. One whose eyes were bright
At a corner of the pictures, a name was written, one I recognised from memory.
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"What was her name, Daddy?" My voice echoed, It was a blurry memory. I was seated on my dad's lap, going through some old photos. The photo of the woman they said was my mother
The one I never knew. The picture was the same one Amelia tore, the edges of the picture were burnt. Dad's hand traced the edges of the picture and he whispered a name which felt like a taboo in our home. "Avelina...I used to call her Ava." He said. His voice choked like he was fighting back a cry...
