On a warm summer afternoon, a young girl with golden blonde hair, sat near the lake; its surface shimmering In the sun almost as beautifully as her hair did. Her hazel eyes, almost as magical as herself, flickered over the lakes surface as shesande a tune. Her voice was so perfect, birds stoppedsand listened, some even gathered on nearby trees. Her tune, although randomly composed, sounded like an angels melody.
In her clenched fist, lay a locket. In the locker lag a picture. And in the picture,was a woman with a small child. the woman looked as though she was the sister of the girl holding it.
The hazel eyes welled up, and a single tear streamed a shimmering line down her face. She knew her mother would have seen the eternal beauty of the place, whereas many would fail. Contrasting to the tears that hit the ground, with no more force than a feather, was a smile. She smiled because she knew that it was what her mother would have wanted. She knew that was what her mother still wanted.
A small gust of wind rustled through the trees, and the young girl heard a whisper of I love you. She smiled to herself.
" Luna. Tea's ready!" called a man with thin wispy hair and a brightyellow cloak on.
"coming dad" called the voice of Luna, as she wiped the tears of her face, and headed back home.
