So, this is a little oneshot for my friend Orinoco. I hope you like it

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Mother.

Today I saw two fawns playing by the pond. I was going to go over and play with them, but then their parents called them back. I smiled at them, playfully mauing a good-bye and prancing away.

Inside, though, my heart broke.

It does that a lot. Whenever I see familes. My heart breaks a little bit. Sometimes I can ignore it. I can stay in denial for a little bit.

Though it always catches up to me eventually.

Other times, it happens right away. I have to run, have to go somewhere that the other fawns dont`t go. So that they don`t see me.

But I try not to do this a lot. I know that you don`t want to see me cry.

I mean, you are watching me.
Right?

Mother... where have you gone? Why can`t I find you?

Why did you leave?

Did you mean to leave? Did you want me? Did you love me?

I know you did. I just know. So...

Those questions float around in my head all the time. It gets worse and worse, until... Until I just... break?

I`ve searched for you day after day after day, and nothing. Except that one time.

That time I scented you.

That scent. The sweet breeze of sunbathed lilacs and fresh linen. A ball of excitment began to grow in my stomach. I ran, faster then the wind, to find you. Then I stopped, looking around and mawing eagerly.

Sure, the sunlit patch I had arrived in was full of lilacs. Besides that, though? There was nothing. Not a single deer in sight.

And that was when I broke down for the first time. When I cried. I fell to the ground and cried.

Didn`t you hear me? Didn`t you see the look in my eyes, sweeping around the forest, begging you to come back? With every fiber of my being.

Mother?

When I stood in front of the white statue, when they promised me great things, I wasn`t thinking of power and greatness. I was thinking of you, Mama.

Please come back. Please.

That was when I knew. Someday, I`d see you again. I think.

I love you, mother. Mama. Come back.

I know you`ll come back. I think you`ll come back. I know you love me. I think... I know. I can`t!

Just come back! Please...

I miss you, Mother. I say that all the time. I love you so much, even you I never saw you.

Even though I never got to hear your voice. I like to imagine that it is... was... sweet and loving.
I can`t wait for the day when I hear you say, "I love you, my dear, brave Orinoco."

"And I miss you, too."

I`ll keep looking, Mama.

I won`t stop. I`ll sniff for your scent, and I`ll keep my ears perked for your voice, and I`ll keep my eyes open for your bright, pretty pelt I`m sure you have.

But I don`t want to imagine what you are, Mother. Please come to me, and tell you that you love me, and that you`ll never leave me again. Please? Before I realize it was an empty hope.

I love you, Mother. And if you don`t let me go, if you don`t forget me, neither will I.

I love you.
I love you.

And I miss you.

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So there it is. (Hopes Orinoco doesn`t kill me for not writing a good onshot, lol)
Happy early Mother`s Day! What a story to celebrate that. Lol