I drop my bag on the chair in the house and I hear crying. I go upstairs and I see my mum. She's holding onto herself crying like never before. In her hand is a bouquet of roses and evening primrose. I walk over to her and wrap a blanket around her, it's winter and it's very cold in the room. The window is open and snow is blowing in. Dad is out at work today and wasn't going to be home for a few hours. I take mum into the lounge room and make her a warm tea. I set the flowers on the table and pick out all the red roses and throw them in the fireplace leaving only the evening primrose and I put them in a vase. I write a small note "In Memory Of Prim". And fold it in half. I know when mum feels better she will smile at this. I take out her hair and brush through it then braid it for her just like she braided mine in the morning. She sips on the tea I made her and I get her one of her favourite buns and get two plates, we sit down and eat together. My brother gets home and when he sees the flowers he realises what's happened and holds mum. Slowly she begins to feel better. The ex-presidents granddaughter had sent the flowers. She had survived her Games. We all watch a movie together and after a while Mum is back to laughing.
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