{"id":84345,"date":"2024-10-09T15:59:41","date_gmt":"2024-10-09T08:59:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/?p=84345"},"modified":"2024-10-09T15:59:41","modified_gmt":"2024-10-09T08:59:41","slug":"old-woman-brought-sons-favorite-pastry-to-his-grave-and-found-a-note-saying-thank-you-upon-her-return","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/old-woman-brought-sons-favorite-pastry-to-his-grave-and-found-a-note-saying-thank-you-upon-her-return\/","title":{"rendered":"Old woman brought son\u2019s favorite pastry to his grave and found a note saying \u2018Thank You\u2019 upon her return"},"content":{"rendered":"

For Nancy, her son Henry was everything; she could not fathom her life without him. It had been 23 years since Henry\u2019s terrible accident. Every year on that day, she took his favorite pie to his grave to commemorate his life. But this year, everything was going to change.\n

Nancy, aged 61, had never missed a single day on this date in the previous 23 years. She cooked her late son\u2019s favorite pie and has brought it to his grave every year since.\n

Henry had loved the pie, a simple but wonderful apple and cinnamon creation, since he was a child.\n

The aroma of apples and cinnamon reminded Henry of when he was a child, racing into the kitchen, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the pie.\n

For illustration purposes only\n
It was his favorite dessert, and creating it had become a tradition that they both treasured.\n
Since Henry\u2019s sad accident at the age of 17, Nancy had used this routine to keep his memory alive.\n
It gave her a sense of connection with him, as if she was still doing something unique for her son. Losing him had been the most difficult thing she had ever gone through. The pain from that day never left her.\n
Even after years had passed, her pain persisted, tempered only by time and the little comfort this practice provided.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only\n
On this particular day, like she had done every year before, Nancy carefully brought the newly cooked pie to the cemetery.\n
The dish felt heavier, as it often did when she headed towards Henry\u2019s resting spot. The grave\u00a0was neatly arranged and covered in flowers, indicating how much he was still loved.\n
The stone had become smoother over time as she ran her fingertips over it, immersed in her recollections.\n
Nancy knelt and placed the pie gently on the headstone. Her heart wrenched as she began to speak, her voice soft, as if Henry might hear her.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only\n
\u201cHenry, I hope you\u2019re at peace, my love. I miss you every day. I baked your favorite pie again. Remember how we used to bake it together? You\u2019d always sneak a taste before it was done.\u201d\n
She smiled, but her eyes were moist from tears. \u201cI wish we could do that one more time.\u201d\n
Nancy felt the old grief spring up inside her, but she had learned over the years to push through the emotions.\n
She hurriedly wiped her eyes and managed a faint grin. After a few more seconds of stillness, she kissed her fingers and touched the top of the gravestone to say her final goodbye.\n
Then, with a heavy yet comforted heart, she turned and walked away, knowing she\u2019d be back next year, as always.\n
The next day, as part of her routine, Nancy returned to Henry\u2019s grave to tidy up the pie remnants.\n
Usually, by the time she returned, the pie was either untouched or spoiled\u00a0by the weather, a silent reminder of her son\u2019s departure.\n
She had always found it a bittersweet consolation to know that the pie remained where she had left it, as if waiting for him.\n
However, as she approached the grave, something felt odd. Nancy\u2019s heart skipped a beat as she realized the dish was clean\u2014completely empty. For a minute, she remained transfixed in amazement.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only\n
Then she saw something else. A small folded-in-half piece of paper rested on the plate.\n
Nancy\u2019s hands trembled as she took up the note. Her breath seized in her throat as she opened it.\n
The handwriting was wobbly, as if the writer had struggled to create the letters. The simple words were: \u201cThank you.\u201d\n
Her heart was pounding with confusion and rage.\n
\u201cWho would take Henry\u2019s pie?\u201d she muttered under her breath, clutching the note tightly. \u201cThis was for my son. No one had the right to touch it!\u201d\n
A stranger had broken into her private ritual, one she used to honor and remember her son.\n
She felt violated, as if someone had stolen some of her pain.\n
Nancy left the cemetery, her emotions swirling\u2014part wrath, half confusion\u2014determined to identify the person who had taken her son\u2019s pie. She needed to know who had done it and why.\n
Nancy, determined to catch the offender, resolved to take matters into her own hands. She couldn\u2019t let anyone continue to disrupt the way she honored Henry. So she made a strategy.\n
That night, she made another of Henry\u2019s favorite pies, the same apple and cinnamon recipe she\u2019d been using for almost two decades.\n
The next morning, with renewed resolution, she placed the newly made pie on Henry\u2019s grave, exactly as she had previously, but this time she was not leaving.\n
She spotted a large oak tree nearby and hid behind it, close enough to see the grave but far enough to avoid detection.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only\n
The fragrant aroma of the pie wafted through the air, filling the silent cemetery.\n
Time went slowly as Nancy watched and waited, her heart beating with anticipation.\n
An hour later, she noticed movement. A little figure slowly approached the grave. Nancy squinted, leaning forward for a closer look.\n
It wasn\u2019t the greedy thief she had envisioned. No, this was completely different.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only\n
A young youngster, no older than nine, with shabby clothes and grime on his face took timid steps toward the pie.\n
Nancy\u2019s heart clenched as she observed him. The boy did not instantly accept the pie.\n
Instead, he knelt beside the grave and delved into his pocket, removing a small scrap of paper and a dull pencil. His hand trembled as he painstakingly penned something on the page, his brow furrowing in concentration.\n
The youngster clearly struggled with writing, but he took his time and ensured that each word was readable.\n
Nancy\u2019s heart softened when she saw him write \u201cThank you\u201d on the paper, just like before. He was no thief. He was not disrespecting Henry\u2019s memory. He was only a hungry child, grateful for the kindness of a pie left behind.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only\n
Nancy\u2019s wrath dissipated in an instant. She realized the youngster wasn\u2019t stealing; he was simply surviving. He was in need, and her son\u2019s favorite pie had offered him some consolation.\n
Nancy walked out of her hiding location as the youngster proceeded to pick up the pie, his small hands quivering.\n
The rustling of leaves beneath her feet caused him to freeze, wide-eyed. He dropped the pie, which landed on the grass. His face turned pale, and he drew backward, afraid.\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry, I\u2019m really sorry!\u201d the boy cried, his voice trembling with panic. \u201cI was just so hungry, and the pie was so good. Please don\u2019t be mad.\u201d\n
Nancy\u2019s heart melted immediately. The sight of him\u2014thin, dirty, and scared\u2014wiped away any hatred she had felt previously.\n
She knelt beside him, speaking gently, her voice as comforting as she could make it. \u201cIt\u2019s alright, sweetheart. I\u2019m not mad at you, Where are your parents?\u201d she said, her tone soothing. The boy stayed silent and shook his head. \u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d Nancy asked another question understanding that the boy had nowhere to go.\n
\u201cJimmy,\u201d he muttered, still avoiding her eyes, ashamed of what he had done.\n
\u201cWell, Jimmy,\u201d Nancy smiled softly, trying to reassure him, \u201cit\u2019s okay. You don\u2019t have to steal pies. If you\u2019re hungry, all you had to do was ask.\u201d\n
Jimmy looked up at her, his lips quivering as he tried to speak. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean to steal,\u201d he said, his voice small and shaky. \u201cI just\u2026 I don\u2019t get to eat much, and that pie was the best thing I\u2019ve ever had.\u201d\n
Nancy\u2019s heart wrenched for him, and her mind raced with thoughts of how different this boy\u2019s life must be.\n
The hunger in his eyes reminded her of her own son, Henry, who eagerly awaited the first piece of her newly baked pie.\n
However, Henry never had to worry about where his next meal would come from. Jimmy, on the other hand, seems to have been living with hunger for a long time.\n
\u201cCome with me,\u201d Nancy said after a moment of thought. She stood up and reached out her hand to him. \u201cI\u2019ll bake you a fresh pie, just for you.\u201d\n
Jimmy\u2019s eyes widened with amazement, as if he didn\u2019t believe his own ears. \u201cReally?\u201d he inquired, his voice full with hope and doubt.\n
Nancy nodded, her heart filled with a weird yet soothing sensation. \u201cYes, really. You don\u2019t have to be afraid.\u201d\n
Jimmy slowly reached out to take Nancy\u2019s hand.\n
She took him back to her house, the youngster walked beside her in silence, his eyes darting around as if he didn\u2019t believe it was all real. Nancy\u2019s heart soared with anticipation of what she was about to undertake.\n
Baking had always been her method of showing love, and now, after years of baking for a son she couldn\u2019t see, she was about to bake for someone in real need.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only\n
When they arrived to Nancy\u2019s cozy kitchen, she got to work, laying out the dough, slicing the apples, and adding just the right amount of cinnamon\u2014as she had done so often before.\n
Jimmy observed her carefully from the corner of the kitchen, his eyes wide as he tracked every motion she took.\n
The aroma of pie began to fill the room, warm and reassuring, like a hug from a long-lost friend.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only\n
Nancy placed the baked pie in front of Jimmy. \u201cHere you go, sweetheart,\u201d she said softly.\n
\u201cThis one\u2019s all for you.\u201d\n
Jimmy paused for a while, as if he couldn\u2019t believe what had happened. He then grabbed a slice and took a mouthful. His face shone with excitement, and his eyes sparkled as he chewed.\n
\u201cThis is the best pie I\u2019ve ever had,\u201d he said, his mouth still full. Nancy was moved to tears as she watched him eat with joy.\n
She observed him in silence, marveling at how something as simple as a pie could provide so much comfort to someone.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only\n
Nancy couldn\u2019t stop thinking about Henry while Jimmy gobbled the steaming slices with obvious delight.\n
She\u2019d always wanted to witness her son eat his favorite pie again, the way he did as a child.\n
But now, in an odd and unexpected way, she was giving it to another boy who needed it just as badly.\n
While watching Jimmy eat, Nancy felt a profound sense of tranquility flood over her. Perhaps this is how it was supposed to be.\n
Perhaps fate had placed Jimmy into her life for a reason. She was honoring Henry\u2019s memory in unexpected ways by feeding him and showing him care when he needed it the most.\n
For the first time in years, Nancy felt as if her grief had led her to something beautiful\u2014a connection, a purpose that gave her life new meaning.\n
Maybe Henry was giving her a message: compassion and kindness should always find their way back to those in need.\n
Nancy smiled as she watched Jimmy swallow the final slice of pie, her heart filled with warmth and thankfulness.\n
She had discovered an unexpected connection in the most improbable place, and it had filled her spirit like nothing else had in years.\n
Tell us what you think of this story and share it with your friends. It might motivate them and improve their day.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
For Nancy, her son Henry was everything; she could not fathom her life without him. It had been 23 years since Henry\u2019s terrible accident. Every year on that day, she took his favorite pie to his grave to commemorate his life. But this year, everything was going to change. Nancy, aged 61, had never missed …\n","protected":false},"author":30,"featured_media":84346,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[642,657],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-84345","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-moral-story","category-love-and-relationships"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84345","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/30"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=84345"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84345\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":84347,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84345\/revisions\/84347"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/84346"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=84345"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=84345"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=84345"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}

For illustration purposes only\n
It was his favorite dessert, and creating it had become a tradition that they both treasured.\n
Since Henry\u2019s sad accident at the age of 17, Nancy had used this routine to keep his memory alive.\n
It gave her a sense of connection with him, as if she was still doing something unique for her son. Losing him had been the most difficult thing she had ever gone through. The pain from that day never left her.\n
Even after years had passed, her pain persisted, tempered only by time and the little comfort this practice provided.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only\n
On this particular day, like she had done every year before, Nancy carefully brought the newly cooked pie to the cemetery.\n
The dish felt heavier, as it often did when she headed towards Henry\u2019s resting spot. The grave\u00a0was neatly arranged and covered in flowers, indicating how much he was still loved.\n
The stone had become smoother over time as she ran her fingertips over it, immersed in her recollections.\n
Nancy knelt and placed the pie gently on the headstone. Her heart wrenched as she began to speak, her voice soft, as if Henry might hear her.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only\n
\u201cHenry, I hope you\u2019re at peace, my love. I miss you every day. I baked your favorite pie again. Remember how we used to bake it together? You\u2019d always sneak a taste before it was done.\u201d\n
She smiled, but her eyes were moist from tears. \u201cI wish we could do that one more time.\u201d\n
Nancy felt the old grief spring up inside her, but she had learned over the years to push through the emotions.\n
She hurriedly wiped her eyes and managed a faint grin. After a few more seconds of stillness, she kissed her fingers and touched the top of the gravestone to say her final goodbye.\n
Then, with a heavy yet comforted heart, she turned and walked away, knowing she\u2019d be back next year, as always.\n
The next day, as part of her routine, Nancy returned to Henry\u2019s grave to tidy up the pie remnants.\n
Usually, by the time she returned, the pie was either untouched or spoiled\u00a0by the weather, a silent reminder of her son\u2019s departure.\n
She had always found it a bittersweet consolation to know that the pie remained where she had left it, as if waiting for him.\n
However, as she approached the grave, something felt odd. Nancy\u2019s heart skipped a beat as she realized the dish was clean\u2014completely empty. For a minute, she remained transfixed in amazement.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only\n
Then she saw something else. A small folded-in-half piece of paper rested on the plate.\n
Nancy\u2019s hands trembled as she took up the note. Her breath seized in her throat as she opened it.\n
The handwriting was wobbly, as if the writer had struggled to create the letters. The simple words were: \u201cThank you.\u201d\n
Her heart was pounding with confusion and rage.\n
\u201cWho would take Henry\u2019s pie?\u201d she muttered under her breath, clutching the note tightly. \u201cThis was for my son. No one had the right to touch it!\u201d\n
A stranger had broken into her private ritual, one she used to honor and remember her son.\n
She felt violated, as if someone had stolen some of her pain.\n
Nancy left the cemetery, her emotions swirling\u2014part wrath, half confusion\u2014determined to identify the person who had taken her son\u2019s pie. She needed to know who had done it and why.\n
Nancy, determined to catch the offender, resolved to take matters into her own hands. She couldn\u2019t let anyone continue to disrupt the way she honored Henry. So she made a strategy.\n
That night, she made another of Henry\u2019s favorite pies, the same apple and cinnamon recipe she\u2019d been using for almost two decades.\n
The next morning, with renewed resolution, she placed the newly made pie on Henry\u2019s grave, exactly as she had previously, but this time she was not leaving.\n
She spotted a large oak tree nearby and hid behind it, close enough to see the grave but far enough to avoid detection.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only\n
The fragrant aroma of the pie wafted through the air, filling the silent cemetery.\n
Time went slowly as Nancy watched and waited, her heart beating with anticipation.\n
An hour later, she noticed movement. A little figure slowly approached the grave. Nancy squinted, leaning forward for a closer look.\n
It wasn\u2019t the greedy thief she had envisioned. No, this was completely different.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only\n
A young youngster, no older than nine, with shabby clothes and grime on his face took timid steps toward the pie.\n
Nancy\u2019s heart clenched as she observed him. The boy did not instantly accept the pie.\n
Instead, he knelt beside the grave and delved into his pocket, removing a small scrap of paper and a dull pencil. His hand trembled as he painstakingly penned something on the page, his brow furrowing in concentration.\n
The youngster clearly struggled with writing, but he took his time and ensured that each word was readable.\n
Nancy\u2019s heart softened when she saw him write \u201cThank you\u201d on the paper, just like before. He was no thief. He was not disrespecting Henry\u2019s memory. He was only a hungry child, grateful for the kindness of a pie left behind.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only\n
Nancy\u2019s wrath dissipated in an instant. She realized the youngster wasn\u2019t stealing; he was simply surviving. He was in need, and her son\u2019s favorite pie had offered him some consolation.\n
Nancy walked out of her hiding location as the youngster proceeded to pick up the pie, his small hands quivering.\n
The rustling of leaves beneath her feet caused him to freeze, wide-eyed. He dropped the pie, which landed on the grass. His face turned pale, and he drew backward, afraid.\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry, I\u2019m really sorry!\u201d the boy cried, his voice trembling with panic. \u201cI was just so hungry, and the pie was so good. Please don\u2019t be mad.\u201d\n
Nancy\u2019s heart melted immediately. The sight of him\u2014thin, dirty, and scared\u2014wiped away any hatred she had felt previously.\n
She knelt beside him, speaking gently, her voice as comforting as she could make it. \u201cIt\u2019s alright, sweetheart. I\u2019m not mad at you, Where are your parents?\u201d she said, her tone soothing. The boy stayed silent and shook his head. \u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d Nancy asked another question understanding that the boy had nowhere to go.\n
\u201cJimmy,\u201d he muttered, still avoiding her eyes, ashamed of what he had done.\n
\u201cWell, Jimmy,\u201d Nancy smiled softly, trying to reassure him, \u201cit\u2019s okay. You don\u2019t have to steal pies. If you\u2019re hungry, all you had to do was ask.\u201d\n
Jimmy looked up at her, his lips quivering as he tried to speak. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean to steal,\u201d he said, his voice small and shaky. \u201cI just\u2026 I don\u2019t get to eat much, and that pie was the best thing I\u2019ve ever had.\u201d\n
Nancy\u2019s heart wrenched for him, and her mind raced with thoughts of how different this boy\u2019s life must be.\n
The hunger in his eyes reminded her of her own son, Henry, who eagerly awaited the first piece of her newly baked pie.\n
However, Henry never had to worry about where his next meal would come from. Jimmy, on the other hand, seems to have been living with hunger for a long time.\n
\u201cCome with me,\u201d Nancy said after a moment of thought. She stood up and reached out her hand to him. \u201cI\u2019ll bake you a fresh pie, just for you.\u201d\n
Jimmy\u2019s eyes widened with amazement, as if he didn\u2019t believe his own ears. \u201cReally?\u201d he inquired, his voice full with hope and doubt.\n
Nancy nodded, her heart filled with a weird yet soothing sensation. \u201cYes, really. You don\u2019t have to be afraid.\u201d\n
Jimmy slowly reached out to take Nancy\u2019s hand.\n
She took him back to her house, the youngster walked beside her in silence, his eyes darting around as if he didn\u2019t believe it was all real. Nancy\u2019s heart soared with anticipation of what she was about to undertake.\n
Baking had always been her method of showing love, and now, after years of baking for a son she couldn\u2019t see, she was about to bake for someone in real need.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only\n
When they arrived to Nancy\u2019s cozy kitchen, she got to work, laying out the dough, slicing the apples, and adding just the right amount of cinnamon\u2014as she had done so often before.\n
Jimmy observed her carefully from the corner of the kitchen, his eyes wide as he tracked every motion she took.\n
The aroma of pie began to fill the room, warm and reassuring, like a hug from a long-lost friend.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only\n
Nancy placed the baked pie in front of Jimmy. \u201cHere you go, sweetheart,\u201d she said softly.\n
\u201cThis one\u2019s all for you.\u201d\n
Jimmy paused for a while, as if he couldn\u2019t believe what had happened. He then grabbed a slice and took a mouthful. His face shone with excitement, and his eyes sparkled as he chewed.\n
\u201cThis is the best pie I\u2019ve ever had,\u201d he said, his mouth still full. Nancy was moved to tears as she watched him eat with joy.\n
She observed him in silence, marveling at how something as simple as a pie could provide so much comfort to someone.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only\n
Nancy couldn\u2019t stop thinking about Henry while Jimmy gobbled the steaming slices with obvious delight.\n
She\u2019d always wanted to witness her son eat his favorite pie again, the way he did as a child.\n
But now, in an odd and unexpected way, she was giving it to another boy who needed it just as badly.\n
While watching Jimmy eat, Nancy felt a profound sense of tranquility flood over her. Perhaps this is how it was supposed to be.\n
Perhaps fate had placed Jimmy into her life for a reason. She was honoring Henry\u2019s memory in unexpected ways by feeding him and showing him care when he needed it the most.\n
For the first time in years, Nancy felt as if her grief had led her to something beautiful\u2014a connection, a purpose that gave her life new meaning.\n
Maybe Henry was giving her a message: compassion and kindness should always find their way back to those in need.\n
Nancy smiled as she watched Jimmy swallow the final slice of pie, her heart filled with warmth and thankfulness.\n
She had discovered an unexpected connection in the most improbable place, and it had filled her spirit like nothing else had in years.\n
Tell us what you think of this story and share it with your friends. It might motivate them and improve their day.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
For Nancy, her son Henry was everything; she could not fathom her life without him. It had been 23 years since Henry\u2019s terrible accident. Every year on that day, she took his favorite pie to his grave to commemorate his life. But this year, everything was going to change. Nancy, aged 61, had never missed …\n","protected":false},"author":30,"featured_media":84346,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[642,657],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-84345","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-moral-story","category-love-and-relationships"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84345","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/30"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=84345"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84345\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":84347,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84345\/revisions\/84347"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/84346"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=84345"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=84345"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=84345"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}