‘It’s alright.’
She wished she could remember the things that Ma had said to her, those years back. Here she was left with only empty words, sounds that held no meaning, didn’t help at all. She lit a candle, placed in on the table, and in the light Ma’s face was glistening.
‘It isn’t fair,’ Smith said suddenly. Isn’t, ain’t. Ma didn’t seem to notice, so Smith reached out and pulled her close, covering her shaking shoulder with a hoof. It wasn’t alright. She wished that there was something she could say, could do, but really, there was only this.