[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Lì Wu’s Service – Chicago, IL 
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The service was beautiful but difficult. I didn't know Mrs. Wu. I never had the chance to meet her, but when you are in a room full of sadness and emotion, it's hard not to be moved by it. I dab at my tears as we make our way from the hall to the cemetery. The Feng Shui Master leads the group to the area they picked for the burial.

I scan the nearby gravestones and my eyes settle on one next to Mrs. Wu's. The flowers I ordered cover this grave as well, indicating a family member already on the other side. Nic mentioned his sister briefly during the reading, but I never asked anything about it. My eyes shift from the grave to stare at the back of his head. All this loss he suffered with, and yet he had the most infectious smile. We slowly turn our backs but I shift my attention behind me. I tightened my grip on Caden to keep from going to Nic. It wasn't my place.

As the service concludes, the group slowly breaks up. Caden and I turn, and I see Nic get stopped from falling by the woman and his father. I was glad he had people there for him. I was glad we were able to save Mr. Wu. 

I notice the same acorn Nic does and I smile. The acorn stems from the mighty oak tree. The tree itself is a symbol of strength and endurance while the acorn is rebirth, new beginnings, and growth. It is the cycle of life and death in one beautiful small package. Due to it being my natural magic, it takes no effort for me to lift my hand and twist a circle. Green oak leaves sprout from the acorn. The picture of a new start.