It was quiet in Forget-Me-Not Valley the day Nina passed. She went peacefully, with her last words being: "This is supposed to be… let's not argue with Fate. Take care, my love."
As news spread around the small town, everyone finally realized how much of an impact the elderly woman had been on their lives. Her life had never been recognized as very influential until she was gone. Nina was appreciated now more than she had ever been.
Out of everything the people said, one sentence recurred many times: "Nina made a difference; hopefully, I can be like her someday."
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