SEAFOAM (a tell-tale)

Do you ever miss someone? What do you do when you feel lonely and missing someone?

One day I found a cliff in the upperlands of our vicinity. It is between the houses of Goddesses and Merpeople. The cliff is high and down there is a deep blue sea. The sea foam of the sea always hits the rock bottom of the cliff. The man I've been longing for always talks about how the sea foam was formed, that this woman is living at the bottom of the cliff who loves to create bubbles because it reminds her of her child who is fond of his mother making bubbles. It's like a fairy tale come to life - the gentle sound of the waves, the frothy foam of the sea, and the mythical story of a mother's love. It's a magical place, like something out of a dream. He said that the child died due to an unexplainable sickness and the mother decided not to bury him but to give him back afloat in the sea. The sea is calm and has no waves except the wind. She wrapped the child in a blanket and set him adrift, preparing all white flowers surrounding her child and a bottle of bubbles beside him. Trusting that the sea would take him to his final resting place. The ceremony took a while. The mother slowly pushes her child away from their house, watching her child flow away in the wind, taking him far away until the sun comes down and it cannot be seen at the end of the world. She watched sadly as the boat disappeared, never to be seen again. The mother cries and waves goodbye, her heart heavy with the knowledge that her child will never return. The sun sets and the mother is left alone, with only the echo of the wind in her ears. The sea is calm but the mother's heart is on the storm, longing for when the rain will stop. The mother was filled with grief and despair as she watched her child fly away, knowing that she would never see her again. She was filled with a sense of hopelessness and sorrow as she knew that she would never be able to make bubbles with her child again. She wanted to remember all the special moments they had shared and the only way she could think of to do that was to keep calling her child in her mind. To remember, the mother always called her child in the use of making bubbles and she did it until the day she died.