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Chapter 8 / 10
Chapter 8 - A New BeginningA year later, we moved.
Not because we were afraid.
Because the old mansion carried too many memories.
We built a new home.
Smaller.
Warmer.
More human.
Lily chose her bedroom.
She chose yellow walls.
A huge bookshelf.
And a reading corner beside the window.
“Why yellow?”
“It feels happy.”
I smiled.
“Then yellow it is.”
We planted a tree in the backyard.
A memorial tree for Eleanor.
Lily placed a small plaque beneath it.
Mommy, you are always here.
I cried when I saw it.
Lily hugged me.
May you like
“She would like it.”
“She would love it.”
