She told me she was coming back.
I believed her.
I believed her when she said it, when she told me she was finished with questing – when she said she was going out again, for the last time. Again. She said she would take me with her, that I was big enough and bad enough and tough enough to make it.
She left without me.
Mamma, where did you go?
She left without me, strode into the early morning horizon.
She left me behind – but she is coming back. I know it.
I’m still waiting, Mamma.