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Sayuri walked around quitely. Her pale hands were holding her mother's ring. The diamond was huge and very beautiful she had no memory of her mum but she must of been a good person to have such a beautiful ring. She knew her father and he had been a rich man and he had many paintings and pictures of his wife. The portraits made Sayuri's mother look beautiful her mother had been kind according to Jack her father. Her mother was called Evengeline and had been very popular amoung the people here but she herself never knew her own mum it made Sayuri wonder if she ever had children would they know her?
She put the thoughts of her past behind her and put the necklace back on. Sayuri headed on to find a pub so she could get a drink to quench her sore throat. She started walking on and thinking happy thoughts of anything she found happy.