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I told her that I did understand the reasons behind the decisions, and I didn't hold it against her. It was irritating at first but not any more. “I so wanted to tell you about your mother.” “You can now, though,” I responded hopefully as we wandered through the trees along a winding pathway that had probably been created by my family over the years. It was what she wanted to hear, and so she began to tell me what my mother was truly like. Beautiful, honest and playful. From childhood until her early death, she was the same. Devoted was another word she used. “Devoted to me. To our parents. To Neleh. She was devoted to you the whole nine months she carried you, too, Lilly. You mustn't forget that. Although you didn't have the chance to know her, you two developed a bond during that time