Of this, a Little Girl Dreams.

Two women sit in a silent room, sunlight radiating a luscious glow on the cheekbones of the younger; mother and daughter dressing for the day. One waits their entire life for this day; a new dress, pearls and diamonds, tears and smiles as family remembers the days of the young woman's youth. The ceremony in a church a few miles away; mother lifts up her daughter's golden locks and wraps a simple chain of peach pearls around a cold neck. She was ready, her gentle eyelids closed; her mother cried, awestruck at the youthful glory. The mortician came in, 'twas time to go; a life cut short, preparations for the wrong event in a disordered mess of emotion and unplanned circumstance.