Early the next morning at the crack of dawn, Jasmine and Otto were up.
Although Jasmine had been up earlier.
She had been on her bed rubbing her belly and humming the song she had known her entire life.
A song that has brought so much complications to her life.
One that had given her so many questions.
She rubbed her belly as she thought of her child.
She thought of her mother who had never had the chance to raise her.
As she reminisced of the mother she never had, she remembered the girl who looked just like her in the dream.
Except been more beautiful.
More fierce and with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Jasmine doubted her mother was anything like her.
From the energy she had gotten, her mother had been free and happy.
Had a voice unlike Jasmine who had been raised in an unfortunate way.
Had the most unfortunate life.
She fingered the necklace on her neck.
She was going to give it to her baby the exact same way her mother had given her.
