Self-reflection.
It is the capacity of humans to exercise introspection and to attempt to learn more about their fundamental nature and essence.
Unfortunately, after you find your mother hanging lifelessly from a ceiling fan, you are forced to do a lot of this.
“So in short, it’s reflecting on the sucky things that have happened to you, and somehow finding a silver lining.”
Riyans mother would hate that she’s described it as such, but that is what makes Riyan…Riyan.
Her stubbornness makes her who she is as well because, with the stubbornness of a mule, she is able to keep from accepting her mother’s death.
That is until she receives a letter from her on her eighteenth birthday, one about sunflowers and hope.
Riyan thinks letters from the dead are ridiculous petals of hope that can never be fulfilled, but her mother has written this one, and if her mother was anything at all…it was a flower-filled with just that.
Hope.
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