I was walking around my house, looking for my mom. "Mom? Mother!? Where are you!?" I cried worriedly, wondering where my mother was.
Our house was huge, large in fact. We had a lot of money but we weren`t rich. We were only a few dollars away from being rich anyways. I guessed that my mother was in her study. I opened the large doors, and found her. ''Mom-" The whole reason why I stopped was because the was an old picture that I never saw hanging up on the wall of the other side of my mom`s desk. {THERE WAS A LARGE PICTURE HUNG PICTURE SHOWED A FOUR YEAR OLD IN MY MOTHER'S LAP FOR THE FAMILY PORTRAIT}
I found my mother crying in front of the old photo. She had her head in her hands, kneeling down in front of the wall, sobbing.
"Mother, "I asked curious. "What is wrong?"
She was startled. "Blossom!" She turned around and stared at me
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