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She nodded at her daughter and rinsed her eyes out, before rifling through the cupboards looking for a vase The wild floere gorgeous and she busied herself arranging the to keep her emotions in check

“Why are you sad?” Morgan asked, clihter had pulled on her favorite princess dress for Teague?

?s last supper and she was excited for him to see it

“I’m not sad”

“You were crying”

“That was the onions, pumpkin They always make me cry”

Morgan’s little brows furrowed and she picked up a purple petal that had fallen onto the table She rolled it between her fingers

“I’ up at her mother

Sabrina stopped arranging the flowers and tried to keep it together She counted to five and then exhaled before turning to her daughter once more

“Why are you sad, honey?”

“Because Tigger has to go away”

“Well, sweetie It’s normal to feel sad when a friend leaves us”

She nodded enthusiastically “Tigger’s one of o”

“I know” What else could she say to that?

The door to the cottage flew open at that point and Harry, Bingo, and Teague appeared Her son’s face was flushed and he skipped over to the table “Do you like the flowers, Mommy?”