O ran downstairs screaming, holding her tiny, smooth forehead. Without thinking I held her little body in mine until her tears subsided. It hurts that she runs to me straight away, it’s breaking me that I’ll never be able to kiss away her tears or comfort her again. She’ll have no mummy, either way she’ll have no mummy but, it’s better that her mummy is dead than knowing that her mummy has never protected her, or mummy is locked up.
15:28 in My last days on earth
Revised: 12/22/2019 9:19 p.m.
- Dec. 22, 2019, 6 a.m.
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Last updated December 22, 2019
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