C63 Drawn To The Echoes Of Him

**Dorothy's POV**

“Mom?” I said, running through my mother's rose garden, as she sat in the center with a blanket on the floor and a lot of pastries laid out for her.

“Dorothy” She said, her smile as bright as the sun that shines through the clouds.

Truly blinding as it was beautiful.

I met her and sat in front of her, taking some croissants to my mouth, her hand on my thighs