After that day, she stopped trying to understand.
There was no frustration anymore.
No panic.
Just emptiness.
She stared at birds in the garden for hours.
She smiled at children walking by.
She no longer asked for her daughter.
That hurt more than when she searched for me.
Because now…
She didn't feel the absence.
I did.
One evening, I brushed her hair gently.
She hummed something faint.
A melody.
Soft. Broken.
I froze.
It was the lullaby.
The one she sang every night of my childhood.
She didn't know who I was.
But her voice remembered how to comfort.
I cried silently as I brushed each strand of her silver hair.
Even when the mind fades…
Love leaves fingerprints on the soul.