The answer is encrypted in the following narrative:
Rose petals swayed gently in the valley breeze. They drifted through the air and brushed against the white curtains covering the bedroom window.
“La la la lala…”
A small, sweet voice echoed inside the warm room. A little girl in a pink dress was humming on the lap of a woman in a rose dress who sat at the edge of the bed.
She smiled each time her hair was brushed. “Keep brushing Caelan’s hair, Mom…”
Marry remained silent. Yet her hand continued to comb through her daughter’s silver hair.
“La… laa… laa…
Lala… la…
Laa… la… laa…”
Marry smiled faintly as she listened to her little daughter hum. But her fingers trembled slightly; her blue eyes dimmed.
She set the silver comb down at the edge of the bed. Marry wrapped her arms around Caelan from behind and rested her chin atop her daughter's head.
“Mommy?!”
“Let Mommy hold you for a while, honey," she tightened her embrace. “Mommy loves Caelan.”
“Caelan loves Mommy too, hehe…”
For a brief moment… mother and daughter shared the warmth of their embrace.
Drip… drip…
“Mommy… Caelan’s hair is wet.”
“It’s okay, honey," she sighed. "Sometimes rain falls inside the house. Mommy hugs you. Caelan won’t feel cold.”
“Mommy is the best in the whole world,” her sweet voice echoed in her ears.
Marry closed her eyes. Her cheeks were wet; tears slipped through her lashes.
She clenched the blooming silver rose pendant in her left palm and murmured silently, “
My past...”