My mother and Mary sat on the same bench where they had been together for the last time twenty-five years ago.
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I took a picture of them.
And when we came home, my mother hugged my grandfather tightly.
“Dad, I imagined the most terrible things about you.
My grandfather gently stroked his hair.
I know, honey. And I understand why. I never should have worried so much.
Then my mother came up to me.
“Emily, you didn’t have to do all this for me. No surprise in the world is more important than your peace of mind and security.
I surrounded it with my arms and hugged it with all my might.
Now my mother and Mary meet every week.
And my grandfather's photograph holding me in his arms in that forest stream is hung on the wall of our room.
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Every time I look at her, I remember the day my mother entered that terrified forest before the possibility of losing her daughter, but she ended up finding the best friend she had lost so many years ago. ❤️