"...Sancta Maria, Sancta Maria, Maria.
Ora pro nobis
Nobis peccatoribus
Nunc et in hora, in hora mortis nostrae
Amen. Amen"
After singing, my mother, June, kissed me on the forehead with a tender smile, her bright hazel eyes smiling also. Her light brown hair coiled around her shoulders, my tiny fingers twirling them which made her giggle. "Good night, honey," she beamed, tucking me in.
"Good night, mommy," I returned, already curling beneath the covers. She blew me a kiss from the doorway before turning off the lights.
Who'd have thought it'd be the last time she tucked me in?
I've been staring at the ceiling for a good twenty minutes since I woke up. For a spring break trip, this really sucked. I've been trapping myself in this room majority of the trip and frankly, I was
