She held out her hand, and from it dangled an old, fragile rosary. “Your rosary..?” He choked out, tears running down his face. He was reluctant to take it, but his mother took his hand in hers, placing the rosary between them. “It’s yours now.” She said sternly but softly. She smiled. Even on her death bed, she still looked radiant. “You be a good boy, Jasper…” She whispered, a single tear rolling down her cheek.