Maternal Love (2)
She would wake up alone, get dressed with the help of the maids, have breakfast and return to her room until it was time for lunch. Then she would be led to a library where a new book awaited her daily.
When night came she would return and slowly drift off to sleep in utter silence. She would never speak a single word to another person, there was no need to. The only time she said something out loud was when she tried to pronounce a difficult word found within one of the books.
Sometimes when she would sit by the window upon hearing the sounds of laughter and banter between kids, who occasionally walked past.
Days turned into months, months into years, but her routine remained unchanged. All alone in that mansion day in and day out. Until one day she was presented with a cake with the number 9 on it.
It was her birthday.