The Memories…By Ivie

I picked up the broken shards from the dewy ground. Tears starting to moisten my hazel eyes. I didn’t want it to break, it was the only memory I owned of my mother, I hated my mother for leaving me. Then a soft, light tune started playing from inside the pendant. I picked it up, I wiped my tears. All of a sudden, it reminded me of the time when I was in my mother’s warm arms. I was crying, she hummed the soft tune.

“Uh… earth to Hanna!” A voice shouted waving their arms in front of my eyes.