Cera's Mother Memories

Happy Mother's Day!

Growing up without a mother was never something a child could imagine until it came to be. For Cera, it started off sometime after the big earthquake, which separated her from her parents.

"Mama, Daddy!" she had called out to them. She could see them slightly on the other side of the cliff that was created after the ground split in two. However, they seemed just a tad big too far and high for the little three-horn dinosaur to reach.

For quite some time, Cera felt at loss and hopeless. For the next couple days, she wondered if she would ever see her family again. It seemed almost impossible and too hard to even try.

However, the three-horn finally put herself together, and made the decision to try. Ss time went on, she made friends who helped her travel and arrive at the Great Valley, where the herds were heading, and most likely her family.

All hope had increased as Cera faced the valley, seeing trees, grasses, and waterfalls. Not only that, but she, along with her friends, could see the other dinosaur herds grazing and enjoying their new home.

She, with her friends, ran into the valley, looking for her father, mother, and sisters. It did not take too long, although Cera stomach turned when she saw her father, and only her father. Still, she called him out excitedly and nuzzled him as she finally got to him.

"I'm so glad you're safe, Cera," her father said in a deep voice that was slightly gentle.

"Where is Mama and my sisters?" Cera asked in a shaking voice. She felt apprehensive, especially when she saw her father's face drop.

"I'm sorry, Cera. I lost them during the travel." He did not want to tell her the details, and Cera didn't want to know. Although, she had a great feeling it was a predator that killed the rest of her family.

The little three-horn sniffled. She was only a child, but old enough to understand what death was. Then, she began to remember her times with her mother.

Cera remembered the day she had hatched from her egg. She was the last to come out and had gotten a curious vibe as she glanced at her father and mother. Cera was a tough girl, and very impulsive. She had charged into her mother with the horns she lacked on her head.

"She's just like you, I'm sure," her mother had said as she glanced over at Cera's father. Most three-horns were hard-strong, and Cera's mother was, but she was the gentlest of the family.

From that day on, Cera had lived her short life with her mother. Her sisters, too, were a fun bunch that Cera chased around. In a game of Tag, Cera had always been the one to chase everyone else, because she was the fiercest.

Cera had chased her sisters down the hill into their nearby pond, which was thick and slimy. She did not care, though, and neither did her sisters. They had splashed around in the pond until their mother called for dinner.

"Cera," her mother had said after they came back home, "I told you to not chase them into the pond. It's messy and could have some creatures we don't know of."

"Mama," Cera had said, "I've been in there many times and there is no danger. Just some hoppers."

Her mother had chuckled before nuzzling the child. "Go eat with your sisters. I've gathered what I could."

At that time, the dinosaurs were lacking food, and it was hard to gather eatable things. Cera had always appreciated her mother for searching for hours just to get a meal for her and her sisters. Although she never told her that.

Cera also played on her own, chasing bugs and toads. Sometimes she would wander off too far, and her mother would grab her by the tail, and take her back home. "Cera," she said in a firm voice, "go play with your sisters."

"I was still having fun," the child replied. She had glanced down at the ground to think for a second, then looked back up at her mother. "Can I play with you?"

That was when Cera and her mother had started a game of charging into each other. However, her mother had only stood still, and let her daughter attack. It was good practice for defense, and it made Cera stronger.

Cera had appreciated her mother for taking the time to train with her, but she never told her.

The nights were scary, especially when the moon was new. Cera was the bravest of the children, but sometimes she still feared for her life, especially when she had heard sounds and saw shadows.

Cera's mother had always sensed her fear, so she would scoot closer and comfort her. "Remember," her mother started in a whisper, "you are a three-horn, and you are strong."

"I remember," Cera had replied, and all her fear went away. She had to be strong and brave and fierce. It was the only way to survive.

"I love you, Cera."

Cera had appreciated her mother and did love her, but she never told her.

Now, looking upon those memories made the child cry. Tears fell from her bright green eyes, and it wasn't long before she felt her father nuzzle her once more.

"Cera, it will be okay," he said.

Cera sniffled and peeked up at the bright sky. She had never seen such a beautiful sky, and she felt sad that her mother and even her sisters couldn't share it with her and father.

After a bit, Cera took off to think to herself. She remembered all the things that her mother did for her, and not once did she thank her. She jerked her head up at the sky. "I love you, Mama. And thank you."

From that moment on, Cera was able to live with her father and her new friends. She always felt her mother in her heart and saw her and sisters in her dreams. She was satisfied.