Year after year, on every subsequent birthday, I continued the tradition. Each time, I played the recording of Manvi ls birthday wish, allowing Amara to feel her mother's presence, to know that she was loved beyond measure. It became our sacred ritual, a way to keep Manvi ls memory alive and honor the incredible woman she was.
Time flew by, and before I knew it, Amara turned fourteen. This year was different; it was a milestone in her life. We decided to mark the occasion in a special way.
Together, we visited the grave where Manvi rested. We sat beside it, the weight of grief heavy in our hearts.
As we sat there, the wind whispered through the trees, and the sun peeked through the clouds, casting a gentle glow on the tombstone. I held Amara's hand,
squeezing it gently to convey my support. We shared stories of Manvi—her infectious laughter, her kindness, and her unwavering love.
In that moment, it felt as though Manvi ls spirit surrounded us. I could almost hear her voice, encouraging us to move forward, to find joy in life's precious moments. Amara, although filled with sadness, also felt a sense of comfort and connection to her mother.
she still loves flowers i still got her Daisy's the only difference is I am placing that on her grave now I just want to see her smile one last time but it's impossible I miss her and I always will.
Suddenly Amara played her favorite song of mine for her mother. And I Remember When I First Time Fall In Love With You, I
Listened To This Song Everyday And Today
I Cry Everyday, Every Second Just Listen
To This.
i l'll never forget the day i met you. you became the main character in my story and sometimes i still wonder if you might find your way back again even for our next life I want to meet you and fall in love with
you.
Together, we made a pact to honor Manvi ls memory not just on birthdays but every day. We would carry her legacy in our hearts, spreading love and kindness to those around us. And as we left the grave that day, I knew that Manvi ls spirit would forever guide us, providing strength and solace during life's difficult moments. Manvi had taught me the true meaning of love and family. Through the bond we shared, I had learned to navigate the complexities of human emotions and connect with others on a deeper level. And as I looked into Amara's eyes, I saw the reflection of her mother—the same spark, the same resilience.
As the years passed, we would continue to celebrate Amara's birthdays, always carrying Manvi ls love with us. The world may have taken Manvi away, but her spirit remained alive in our hearts, guiding us, and reminding us that love transcends time and space.
THE END