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Jayma had been excited at the prospect of her eldest daughter returning home but since she had, Shalamar had kept very much to herself. Taking long walks along the riverbank, even long talks with her grandmother but all the time being careful not to be alone with either of her parents. Jayma watched her now as she approached her on silent feet. The bridge over the small river was very old and extremely picturesque as roses had been trained to intertwine around the beams over head. Her daughter sat on the bridges frame leaning her back against one of the few wooden pillars.
Jaymas hand tentatively touched her hair.
Jeon? May I sit with you?
Jaymas hand tentatively touched her hair.
Jeon? May I sit with you?