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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222; text-align: left;" data-p-id="0e84a92c530f03865ed5805ada6ccf99"span style="text-decoration: underline;"strongOne- Goodbye Mother/strong/span/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="11a714dc1e26b998a613d72763800c1a"The young girl's heart swelled with anger and frustration as she watched her beloved mother take her last breathes. With her fists clenched tight, eyes screwed shut. She listens to her mother beg for her to look into her eyes one last time while she still could. The girl couldn't bear it. It hurt too much. Her mother was the only person in her life that truly understood her. Always standing by her when no one else would. Just like any mother would do for her child. /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="b89d73c92079552822927f2d78c1c7c4"As they both stood by her mother's bed he was showing his daughter love, knowing how hard she was taking this. He loved Sunniva in his own way, he never was able to express it in a good way as he learned to show love the way his father had shown him. Tough love was the only way to properly train your children to excel in life. His cold hand found it's way to her shoulder, in encouragement as her mother grabbed her hand, she had rested in hers. She struggled with squeezing it comfortably causing Sunniva to break a little more inside at her display of affection. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="5a5bc07ca9e26a6625d94b42324bfe22""Open your eyes, my bright Sun" Her mother whispered hoarsely. Sunniva opened her eyes with hesitation. She was terrified. Terrified that she may watch the light die out. Her father got down on his knees and pulled her close to his side tucking her under his arm. A heartbreaking sob escaped her tightly closed lips, making her entire body ache with its force./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="0c8ed97017d8564e9ef541d5b53efbc0""Don't cry..." Her mother whispered, lifting a very shaky hand to brush her daughter's cheeks. She took a deep breath continuing. "You are my best memory in this life, you are the best thing to me. You, need to be strong." She rasped harder as the girl's tears streamed more. "My Sunni... So bright and pure." She smiled at her little girl as her father rubbed her back, his silence was a comfort to Sunniva. For the first in her life, she allowed her father to comfort her, finding comfort and reassurance in him instead of fear and hatred. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="229af341673fdcfc36989ff01c6eea8a""Don't be sad darling, I will always be with you" her mother could barely get the words out. Breathing was becoming more difficult by the minute. It was only a matter of time and Sunniva knew it. Pushing her hesitation away she jumped to her feet and got in the small bed with her mother. Wanting to be held by her one last time. Her mother's fragile, cold, and pale arms wrapped around her daughter's shoulders. She struggled to kiss the top of her head./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="3ffd6520d36072dc95811e3d0f019e6b""I love you my Sunniva. My darling girl. I love you so" /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="a9aa21a20650e47e8b7d36bd11afa442""Mummy... no, don't leave me" she screamed. Her father grabbed her into his arms pulling her away from the body as he cried with her. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="a6bbcfc5470b1726b1adaf2de1d239cb"Sunniva was positive that she couldn't get through this... This is wrong. Her mother was too young. She herself was too young to lose her mother this early in her life. She was still just a girl! /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="d50c4f59ccf774d9027a4853a04a6e02"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"A year later /span/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="77f67bc5bfe9d1682a554b40ddb91977"em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Well, here we are./em Sunniva stood in her new house, her house-elves Finnly, and Daisy helping her unpack. They could have just snapped their fingers and would be done with it but Sunniva wanted to do this Muggle style. She had taken to doing a lot of things the muggle way for the past year. Losing her mother was one of the hardest things she ever had to experience. She had become obsessed with staying busy, never wanted to allow her mind to wander off from the present./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="a4d5838a1160ff9fe45d06471594f626""Does mistress Sunniva want lunch?" /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="d04fe483d3dd3516fe3bbb757e333265"She looked up at Daisy and smiled at her. She was her only friend at the moment and having her around being motherly helped ease the pain in huge amounts. Finnly clapped his hands and did a little dance to make her laugh. He knew his mistress was still struggling. They were the best house-elves in her opinion. She felt like she had the greatest ones. /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222; text-align: left;" data-p-id="0e84a92c530f03865ed5805ada6ccf99"span style="text-decoration: underline;"strongOne- Goodbye Mother/strong/span/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="9eb38f8d3867d6d063f696719612a64c"Sunniva was a special child, held a special kind of gift that has had made life difficult for a very long time. She never could have a proper childhood as the gifts grew stronger every year. Her Mother encouraged training in her gift to help ease the pain and learn to work it to her power but the girl's father never understood her. He would always make her feel that she was his greatest disappointment. He found her gift more of a nuisance than a blessing. Her mother stood up against him whenever it was rendered necessary. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="b89d73c92079552822927f2d78c1c7c4"As they both stood by her mother's bed he was showing his daughter love, knowing how hard she was taking this. He loved Sunniva in his own way, he never was able to express it in a good way as he learned to show love the way his father had shown him. Tough love was the only way to properly train your children to excel in life. His cold hand found it's way to her shoulder, in encouragement as her mother grabbed her hand, she had rested in hers. She struggled with squeezing it comfortably causing Sunniva to break a little more inside at her display of affection. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="5a5bc07ca9e26a6625d94b42324bfe22""Open your eyes, my bright Sun" Her mother whispered hoarsely. Sunniva opened her eyes with hesitation. She was terrified. Terrified that she may watch the light die out. Her father got down on his knees and pulled her close to his side tucking her under his arm. A heartbreaking sob escaped her tightly closed lips, making her entire body ache with its force./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="0c8ed97017d8564e9ef541d5b53efbc0""Don't cry..." Her mother whispered, lifting a very shaky hand to brush her daughter's cheeks. She took a deep breath continuing. "You are my best memory in this life, you are the best thing to me. You, need to be strong." She rasped harder as the girl's tears streamed more. "My Sunni... So bright and pure." She smiled at her little girl as her father rubbed her back, his silence was a comfort to Sunniva. For the first in her life, she allowed her father to comfort her, finding comfort and reassurance in him instead of fear and hatred. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="229af341673fdcfc36989ff01c6eea8a""Don't be sad darling, I will always be with you" her mother could barely get the words out. Breathing was becoming more difficult by the minute. It was only a matter of time and Sunniva knew it. Pushing her hesitation away she jumped to her feet and got in the small bed with her mother. Wanting to be held by her one last time. Her mother's fragile, cold, and pale arms wrapped around her daughter's shoulders. She struggled to kiss the top of her head./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="3ffd6520d36072dc95811e3d0f019e6b""I love you my Sunniva. My darling girl. I love you so" /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="a9aa21a20650e47e8b7d36bd11afa442""Mummy... no, don't leave me" she screamed. Her father grabbed her into his arms pulling her away from the body as he cried with her. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="a6bbcfc5470b1726b1adaf2de1d239cb"Sunniva was positive that she couldn't get through this... This is wrong. Her mother was too young. She herself was too young to lose her mother this early in her life. She was still just a girl! /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="518e6d47f39c7e8443a53aa5efe9f5f0""Hush, Sunniva, you have to be brave. You be brave" As his words hit her, she closed her eyes and cried silently. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="d50c4f59ccf774d9027a4853a04a6e02"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"A year later /span/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="77f67bc5bfe9d1682a554b40ddb91977"em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Well, here we are./em Sunniva stood in her new house, her house-elves Finnly, and Daisy helping her unpack. They could have just snapped their fingers and would be done with it but Sunniva wanted to do this Muggle style. She had taken to doing a lot of things the muggle way for the past year. Losing her mother was one of the hardest things she ever had to experience. She had become obsessed with staying busy, never wanted to allow her mind to wander off from the present./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="1f33f784c4ffbc5b822a3a6b888cf0b9"She laid behind her childish ways and behavior in her old life in New Jersey. This was her life now, here in a new home, a new country with nothing tying her to her past. Her father was out of the house meeting with an old friend. He wanted her to come but she didn't have the drive to meet with people just yet. She had been struggling to cope the past year, closing herself off had helped keep the pain at bay. Meaning her gift was also being suppressed with her emotions./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="9321989a42e544838b51615c5f90b17f"Nothing had happened for quite a while, all she saw was darkness when she slept, nothing was there to make her sick anymore. She felt like she was in control. Something her mother always wanted her to learn. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="a4d5838a1160ff9fe45d06471594f626""Does mistress Sunniva want lunch?" /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="d04fe483d3dd3516fe3bbb757e333265"She looked up at Daisy and smiled at her. She was her only friend at the moment and having her around being motherly helped ease the pain in huge amounts. Finnly clapped his hands and did a little dance to make her laugh. He knew his mistress was still struggling. They were the best house-elves in her opinion. She felt like she had the greatest ones. /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; caret-color: #222222; color: #222222;" data-p-id="95a8f64c579f87f37e4acd71306f359c""Sure Daisy, thank you" /p