Ma was dead and gone. There was no reason for Louisa to stay now. She stooped down and laid the wildflowers she had picked at the foot of the cross which marked Ma’s grave. Tears ran down her cheeks. She was going to miss Ma. After Da died, it was just the two of them, struggling to make ends meet. Then, Ma got sick and after languishing for a week, she passed away.

Louisa had Ma buried here on the land she loved instead of a graveyard. Ma wanted to be free, even in death. Well, now she was. She was at peace.

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