Litus sat beside the dead body of his mother, crying. Next to him, his little sister/daughter slept.
"Foolish is thyn heart to love and leave." Litus whispered. "Foolish is thyn heart to hear the hurt. Death at rest is my mother dearest, for I will carry her totaled tears. At rest is the dreamer, but dreams are aloft. I will take my sister, raise her, love her, and name her Asha. Foolish will I be to hear the hurt..."
Litus took a breath, shedding his final tear. "I listen only to you, mother dearest."
The End.