aww! that is so sad! I think one day I’ll be a Beverly..

No matter what hurt we endure we always seem to keep tradition. Even though my father is no longer part of his tribe, we still keep up the traditions of his people even though they mean nothing now.

yeah this was stellar.

So sad but not sad sad more proud sad? Pride in being a person i guess? That we can make through such pain and rembmer those things not only with sadness but with fondednedd too

I like this story a lot, there is a lot of depth to the emotion involved and clearly you’ve touched people. Minor edit on the word ‘absense’. Also I wasn’t sure if the beads were rolling around individually or if they were part of the garland. In my head they were like ball bearings and a danger to the woman but when I re-read it, it was kind of ambiguous. Anyway, excellent entry and welcome to Ficly! Cheers!

This is amazingly brilliant, very deep emotions :D This is perfectly written, and I think anything less than 5 pencils is an insult. :D