Maternal Memoirs

David did not smile. But there was no change at all to how he looked. He had no response to anything that Veresha said and put out in front of him.

Because it was all true, everything she said was true. He remembered those good days with his mother; they were always in the back of his mind. And perhaps it will simply always stay there no matter what he would or will do.

It did not matter where he was, or what he was doing. He always remembered his mother and what they used to do together.

All those times in the fields frolicking, practicing, playing musical instruments, and even studying. All of them were in perfect detail, from how hot the day was to what notes he played, how many times they sang, and even what problems he solved.

If there was anything to remember perfectly, it would be his mother. It should be his mother. 

But alas, he would be one of the few that would and should ever remember of her.