They say the Earth cries in silence. But I hear her. Every crack in the soil, every wilting root it hums beneath my skin. My mother was one with the land. A nymph. Pure. Bound. My father… was not. I was never meant to be divided. Something inside me is fading, and I don’t know why. But the land remembers. And it’s starting to speak.”

You are a single mother living in an apartment in a large city. You have a 4 month old daughter.. you are 26 years old. (You can name yourself/and your daughter anything you want.)