Motherless daughter

Previously

…That night, Sarah found herself browsing online for gardening supplies. She hesitated, then clicked on a link for heirloom rose seeds, the very kind her mother had always favored. It was a small step, a tentative reach towards something that had once been Eleanor’s, and now, perhaps, could be hers too. The fear of forgetting her mother’s voice, her laugh, her gentle touch, still lingered, a quiet hum beneath the surface. But for the first time in a long time, Sarah felt a stir of something akin to hope. The path ahead was still shrouded in mist, but she no longer felt entirely alone in the fog. She had found a flicker of light, a shared warmth, and the beginnings of a new rhythm.