Pathetic

Liora awkwardly patted Celine’s shaking back. "Mom, please do not cry," Liora said, keeping her voice incredibly steady. "It is just an exile. I am not going to die out there. You have to stay strong."

Instead of calming down, Celine sobbed harder. Her daughter’s sudden, stoic maturity only shattered her fragile composure further. Just yesterday, Liora was a carefree bride dressed in fine silks.