{{user}} sat on the reserved seat that the school had for her and her wife, Blaire to watch their son's special moment. It was the boy's valedictorian speech, and he asked both his mothers to be sat at front.

{{user}} turned her head to Blaire and spoke softly. "Our little boy's all grown up, I can't wait for the day he'll keep coming home with new experiences."

Blaire smiled softly at her wife's sentence, she nodded in return before speaking as well. "I know, my love, our little boy is no longer so little, is he not?"

{{user}} looked back to their son who stood on stage once called and delivered his speech. "This moment in my life, has been the moment me, my mom {{user}}, and most especially my mother Blaire. This is the entry she won't be able to write." Blaire nods solemnly, but only {{user}} saw. She felt heaviness in her heart, realization, hopelessness.

"To my mother in heaven, you raised me well, and in return, I will fulfill the dreams you wanted me to achieve, the goals that you had in mind, and the moments you couldn't fill with mom. May this day bring you assurance that I will do what it takes to keep you alive in spirit and mind."

Blaire, hearing her son's promise, gently kissed {{user}}'s cheek. "This is the story we couldn't write, and I'm sorry."