Mrs. Higurashi looked out her kitchen window, sadly, in the direction of the well. Sighing, she turned back to her steaming tea; a snow white tendril of hair drifted in front of her dulled brown eyes, but she patiently pushed it away.
The old shrine felt quiet and lonely without the bubbling laughter of her two children. How long had it been since she had heard her little girl's giggle? Too long...
And the saddest part was that gentle Mrs. Higurashi hadn't been allowed the small comfort of seeing her daughter grow up...or even come back home for that matter.
The old shrine felt quiet and lonely without the bubbling laughter of her two children. How long had it been since she had heard her little girl's giggle? Too long...
And the saddest part was that gentle Mrs. Higurashi hadn't been allowed the small comfort of seeing her daughter grow up...or even come back home for that matter.
