Alex took a seat on the grass, staring up at the sky. She found herself 'talking' to her mother more than normally lately.

Than again, it was creeping awfully close to that wonderful day she lost her mother all those years ago.

Her eyes gazed up at the sky, tears already forming in her eyes.

"Bonjour Mama," Alex whispered, rubbing her eyes. "How are you?" She laughed bitterly. "Funny. I know that you can't hear me, I know you'll never be able to reply... Yet I still sit hear, talking to you."

She brought her knees to her chest, hugging them tightly.

"I suppose it's because I never have and never will be able to except the fact that your gone forever." Her eyes shifted to the ground. "They say there's no better love than the love from a mother. Guess it's true sense I can never move on. You were such a wonderful person, you know that Mama? Brave, heroic, kind, gentle, yet fierce when needed... I wish I could have turned out more like you."

Alex's eyes stung with tears so she closed them tightly, hugging her knees a little tighter.

"I don't think you'd like how I turned out, and I hate myself for that. I became the complete opposite of you. Short tempered, violent, cold, and I'll admit it, just a tad cowardly. I probably am not the person you wanted me to be..."

The tears made their way down the New Orleanian's cheeks as she just hugged her knees crying.

Little did she know, her mothers spirit was watching and listening, and it broke her heart to hear her daughter talk like that.