my boy

my boy

A Story by Michaella

My boy, My darling boy.
It wasn't always like this.
Things were better, I think, it ws so long ago.

Life before the lust for blood.

We had a nice home, a nice garden for you to play in. And I had your father, he was a great man.
He would make me luagh when I was feeling low.
He made all the furniture in our house.
We were so happy.
I remember the day I told him that I was carriying you he stay up all night making you a cot and toys.
I miss those days so much.
After it happened, your father had to leave us.
It was his job to kill things like us.
He didn't either get to see that you have his eyes.
But you were your mother's boy, my boy, you had the same lust as me

© 2012 Michaella


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Michaella
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