This is what pops into my head.
Her tears run down her cheeks, That wasn't being hidden from the cries from heaven, both watering the earth that held her beloved late husband. She places a hand over her seven month baby bump.
She wasn't a strong solid rock, she was shattered in a thousands of pieces. How do you pick yourself up when you don’t know what piece to start with? The only thing she knew was she didn't know if she could put herself back together again, and be able to be as strong as before.
If she was whole enough to help model a person. Her child...
“I want to be left alone, Sokka” She says, the man stops in his tracks he would never stop being amazed at the fact that she could see more than anyone.
“ I know, but I don’t think you should be”He cautiously kneels down behind her. She turns to face him not bothering to wipe the tears from her eyes.
“ Why, are you here?”
“For you, and the baby... The promise I made.” He says, grabs her arms, giving the a gently squeeze.
“ What promise?” He stares at the shattered woman, He never thought in his life that he would see her so valuable. He wanted nothing more to fix her, or take the breaks, and put them on himself.
“To be there to pick up the broken pieces when he broke your heart.”