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“What? Really?!” Isabel looked at her in shock. “It’s that old!? Well, it’s still pretty, even for a really old poem.” She admitted with a smile. “Your mother?” She frowned before looking down. She couldn’t remember her own mother singing her anything, but that was just a bad time in general that she didn’t remember much of, to begin with. “That was really nice of her.” She replied softly.
“Yeah, it was. My mother was a very kind woman, along with my father. I have them to thank for teaching me how to be kind, especially in a world like this one where it’s far too easy to be overcome by negative emotion.”









