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[It's been a few days.
A few days time has not healed the hurt that this has given her. But if no one else knows, then... someone has to say it, if Cecil had not told them first.
Who better than his mother? Rosa can only imagine the future, and actually watching Ceodore grow up, instead of being near her own age. Just thinking about this has the tears gathering once more. The audio feed is silent, save for the sound of someone trying to hold back sobs and sniffles.]
For...
[...ok, try this again.]
For those who might not know, but knew him, my son-- [there's a catch in her breath, and then silence for a few moments--] My son, Ceodore has... he's gone home.
[The feed will cut off here.]
A few days time has not healed the hurt that this has given her. But if no one else knows, then... someone has to say it, if Cecil had not told them first.
Who better than his mother? Rosa can only imagine the future, and actually watching Ceodore grow up, instead of being near her own age. Just thinking about this has the tears gathering once more. The audio feed is silent, save for the sound of someone trying to hold back sobs and sniffles.]
For...
[...ok, try this again.]
For those who might not know, but knew him, my son-- [there's a catch in her breath, and then silence for a few moments--] My son, Ceodore has... he's gone home.
[The feed will cut off here.]
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...I'm sorry for your loss.
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But perhaps one day you will be together again.
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