On a quiet morning, Dave and Angela woke up feeling a touch of sadness in their hearts.
They used to hear their mother's sweet voice, singing and whispering love into their ears.
Mother would hug them tight, her kisses a soft promise of a bright day ahead.
The smell of pancakes wafted through the house; it was Father making breakfast now.
Father's hugs were warm, and his goodbye kisses filled the void of the morning.
Grandma's laughter on the way to school was a song that sounded like Mother's joy.
Dave's eyes mirrored his heart at school, and Teacher Jane offered comfort with a song.
The song was a familiar melody, once a lullaby from Mother, now a gentle memory.
Angela played 'mother' with her friends, sharing stories just as her own mother had.
As the stars appeared, the family gathered, a candle flickering like Mother's enduring spirit.
There, beside Mother's photo, they sang her favorite melody, united in love and memory.
In each hug, in every song, Mother's love remained, a comforting embrace never fading.
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