Chapter 14 : The Mother's Legacy - 1 Chapter 14 : The Mother's Legacy ( Olivia's POV ) The snow had just stopped falling over Riverdale . The sky cleared to a brilliant blue , making the snow - laden trees sparkle like they were covered in diamonds . I remember that day so vividly . I was only twelve , sitting in the backseat of my father's car as we drove to pick up my mother from the hospital . The doctors had finally released her to come home . My father , Richard Winters , gripped the steering wheel tightly . His knuckles were white with tension . The silence between my parents was heavy , almost suffocating , but I didn't notice it then . I was too busy fogging up the window with my breath , using my finger to draw pictures on the glass . " Look , Mama ! " I chirped happily , pointing to my creation . " It's us ! " I had drawn our family of three - stick figures holding hands under a smiling sun . My heart was overflowing with joy . Mama was finally coming home . My mother turned in her seat to look at my childish artwork . Something flickered across her face - a shadow of pain that I was too young to recognize . Her beautiful amber eyes , so like my own , quickly reddened with unshed tears . She quietly wiped them away before I could notice , forcing a gentle smile to her pale lips . " Your birthday is coming soon , Livvy , " she said softly . " What present would you like ? " I continued drawing on the foggy window , adding a house with smoke curling from the chimney . " Mama , I want a wolf figurine ," I replied without looking up . " A wolf figurine ? " My mother sounded puzzled . " Do you mean a carving? " I shook my head eagerly , finally turning to face her . " No , it's a ceramic wolf ! I want a light blue ceramic wolf . " My eyes sparkled with excitement as I explained , " Becky said there's a new DIY workshop on Moon Street . We can buy an unpainted ceramic wolf and color it ourselves ! " " Last week , Becky and Jason went and painted two really cute figurines ," I added , bouncing 774 < Chapter 14 The Mother's Leg slightly in my seat . $ 25 Puntos > My mother's smile grew gentler , more genuine . " Alright , whatever my Livvy wants , Mama will do with you . " On my twelfth birthday , heavy snow blanketed Riverdale again . My mother and I walked hand in hand into the DIY workshop , our footprints marking a trail behind us in the fresh snow . We had pre - ordered a plain ceramic wolf figurine . The owner handed it over immediately , and my mother and I sat at a small table by the window , carefully selecting colors and brushes . Together , we painted the figurine light blue - my favorite color . My mother's hands were thin and trembling slightly , but her brushstrokes were still precise and elegant . It was our first ever joint creation . When we finished , I held up the figurine to the light , turning it this way and that to admire our work . " It's beautiful , Mama ! Even prettier than I imagined ! " My mother smiled , her amber eyes soft with love . " It is beautiful , just like you . " Afterward , we stopped at a nearby bakery and bought a small chocolate cake with strawberries - my favorite . My mother carried the cake in one hand and held my tiny palm in the other as we trudged through the swirling snow toward the parking lot where my father waited . Suddenly , she stopped walking . I looked up at her , confused . She turned to gaze at me with such deep tenderness that even my young heart recognized something important was happening . Her breath formed small clouds in the cold air as she whispered , " Livvy , Mama loves you . Loves you very , very much . " Her soft voice scattered quickly in the cold wind . My nose was red from the cold , and I sniffled slightly . I was used to my mother saying such things , so I cheerfully replied , " Mama , Livvy loves you too ! " I didn't understand why her eyes filled with tears . I didn't know that she was saying goodbye . My mother's nose tingled with emotion , and she turned away quickly so I wouldn't see her cry . She tugged gently on my hand , and we continued walking through the crowd , crossing the bustling pedestrian street to reach the open - air parking lot . My father was waiting outside his car , smoking a cigarette - something he rarely did . His face . wore an expression I'd never seen before : sorrow and loneliness etched into every line . When 2/3 < Chapter 14 : The Mother's Leg +25 Puntos > he noticed us approaching , he quickly masked his grief and put on his usual stern expression . I wondered if I'd imagined that moment of vulnerability . He stubbed out his cigarette and said hoarsely , " You're back . " " Yes , " my mother answered quietly . That night , my father personally cooked dinner - another rarity . Our small family gathered happily around the table . I wore a paper birthday crown that my mother had made , made a wish , and blew out the twelve candles on my cake .