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He staggered forward and fell to his knees. The gray stone in front of him was silent and unmoving. Rough to the touch, when he pressed his fingers against it. He imagined he was tracing the soft, worn cotton of his mother’s dress.
Why had she done it? Even for her, the sacrifice was breathtaking.
“Son, she -”
The word hit the air like a shard of ice in boiling water, soon to disappear under his father’s gaze. Like his mother had disappeared.
He pushed himself to his feet. “This is your doing. Yours. Don’t give me any shit about her choices. You never let her have choices.”
Bitterness coated his words like ice in winter. He wished he taken her away from this a long time ago. Somewhere south, to a warmer, softer land. “I am leaving. I am not coming back.”
“Her sacrifice will be for nothing. She gave herself to the ceremony to make you head -”
“Her sacrifice was for your dreams. Not mine. May you have the best of it, Father.”
He was leaving. He couldn’t stay here any longer.