Ocean Breeze

I was only five when my mother died. She came into my life like the wind, then left the same way: quickly, never to be seen again.

It wasn’t her fault--it was never her fault. She had no power over what happened, no power whatsoever.

But my God, when she left, it left the hearts of those who loved her shattered, like broken glass.

And now, the only way I can remember her, is by the ocean breeze.