Having a mother like this might just be the most tragic thing for Emily Ginger.
*
Daisy Ginger returned to the ward and fell into a deep sleep.
She was too tired; as soon as she lay back on the bed, she lost consciousness.
Rarely, she had a dream.
A long time ago, a dream about having a birthday at home.
In the dream, there was Alice Lesser, her, and Edward Stephens.
Alice in the dream had white hair, wore a white dress, and her face still looked young, without any signs of aging. She smiled while sitting at the table, gazing at her gently.
The boy she often dreamt about in the past was now a tall young man, with a reserved and indifferent demeanor, having a pair of eyes much deeper than the average person.
She walked over and sat next to Edward Stephens, lighting the birthday candles in front of her.
The flickering flame gave her a sense of peace, and when the candle was blown out, she fell into a deep slumber.
...
This sleep lasted until the next morning.
