🌙 A Farewell Through Innocent Eyes: How My Sister Taught Us the Power of Love
The wake was quiet — so quiet that even the faint creak of the floorboards felt like an intrusion. The air was thick with the scent of lilies, their sweetness mingling with the waxy aroma of melted candles. Golden light flickered across the walls, soft and trembling, as if the house itself were breathing carefully,…