Last

The weight of Nuska's night air was crispy and she wore a damp earth scent to remove the fire. Jyoti sat in front of the small guesthouse. She and Daniel rented it in the evening. The dark glow of the lantern flickered across the paper, leaving the coloured words alive.

It was a few hours before she found the box, but she didn't need to read all the letters. Everyone was a door to the past, and eventually a part of Veronica was frozen.

Daniel sat next to her, his back silenced towards the wall and looked at her. He knew them better than rushing.

took a deep air and Jyoti developed another letter.

"My beloved Jyoti,

After reading this, fate has brought you here as I used to be. I wish I could be next to you, hold your hand and tell you everything I have never said. But I leave these words behind because I can't – the fabric from me, so you will never feel alone.

I always knew I wanted to be a mother. Long before I met your father, before I became a doctor, I even understood the meaning of love. I knew one day there would be a child whose laughter would fill my world. And now you are a child.

But life is unpredictable. You cannot always write the desired ending. If I am not with you, you need to promise something:

Don't let my absence define you.

You are more than my memory. You are still a written story.

Live, my love. Find your own way.

"

Jyoti clenched the letter into her chest and her shoulders trembled. She spent much of this trip understanding her mother and found the missing parts of Veronica's life. But here, in this letter, her mother had given her something more valuable – permission to move forward.A warm hand over her. She looked up at Daniel looking at her. His brown eyes were filled with gentle understanding. "You don't have to wear this all alone," he muttered. She let out an unsteady breath. "I know."

And for the first time she really meant it.Veronica's footsteps

The next morning, Jyoti woke up in front of the sun. She barely slept, her heart was still heading towards her mother's letter.

There was a final place she had to go before leaving Nuska.

With Daniel, she headed to the university clinic where her mother had trained. The building was old, but robust, and stood as evidence of a generation of doctors walking through the hall.

When they entered, the aroma of preservatives and coffee filled the air. The doctors and nurses rushed through the past and stopped to throw unknown visitors. Jyoti's heart smacked as she approached the reception. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm looking for someone to have to go to my mother, Dr. Veronica Okafor, reminding me. She trained here many years ago.

"

The receptionist, a woman from the 1950s, looked up at her surprise. "Dr. Okafor? "

Jyoti nodded. "Do you know anyone who worked with her?"

The receptionist thought for a moment before nodding. "Dr. Emeka. He was her mentor. He is still working here despite his retirement. "

Hope flickered at Jyoti. "Can I see him?"

"Please wait here."

Minutes later, an elderly man approached with salted pig hair. He studied Jyoti carefully, then his eyes widened."You look like them," he muttered.

Jyoti swallowed hard. "Did you know my mother?"

Dr. Emeka smiled in a story. "I not only knew her, I trained her. She was one of my cleverest students. Be determined, caring, too persistent for your own well. "

Lumps in the Jyotis neck. "How was it then?"

He pointed out that they were sitting. "She set her on fire. She has never retreated from the challenge. She not only treated the symptoms, she was a kind of doctor – she saw people. She listened to them and cared for her in a way that went beyond the drug. "

Jyoti felt a strange mix of pride and sadness. Her mother was so many. I asked Jyoti.

Dr. Emeka nodded. "One day, she wanted to open a free clinic for people who couldn't afford treatment. She believed that the health care system should be a right and not a privilege. "

Jyotis Breath. Another part of Veronica's unfinished history.

"She would have done that too," the doctor said. "I wish she had more time."

Jyoti looked down at her hands. Time. It was the only thing that hadn't been given enough to her mother.

Maybe... Maybe she could have finished what Veronica started.

Last Paper Crane

That night, Jyoty and Daniel were sitting on the roof of the guesthouse. The sky was painted in gold and violet colors, but memories of the end may also be beautiful.

Jyoti reached into her pocket and pulled a paper crane. It was the last of her mother's unfinished collection.

They got it.

"I had a hold of it for a long time," she whispered. "Fearing to let go."

Daniel looked carefully. "You don't have to let go. It doesn't mean you forgetting to let go.

"Jyoti exhaled. "What does that mean? "

"It means carrying you with you in a way that doesn't hinder you."

She saw the crane and felt the weight of it all, love, loss, memory, hope.

slowly rose to his feet and stopped it with the wind. Nothing happened for a while.

Then a breeze lifted it from her fingers and lifted it into the evening sky.

Jyoti looked up, a tear slid over her cheeks.

She didn't say goodbye.

She said I'll take you. Everytime.

A New Chapter

The next morning, when they prepared to leave Nsukka, Jyoti felt something she hadn't felt for a long time. Peace

She turned to Daniel. "I think I know what I want to do."

He raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

She smiled, a small but concrete smile. "I want to finish what my mother started. A free clinic... I want it to be authentic.

" Daniel's eyes glow with praise. "She will be proud of you." Jyoti saw the horizon where the sun began to rise.

For a long time, she did not look back.

She was happy.