She had to leaveA Story by hayleee.As a little girl, you always used to smile. You were never unhappy, you were never lonely. You always found fun playing outside. I watched you one day. It was cloudy, and windy... your long brown hair blew in the wind, as you ran around in circles... laughing your childish laugh. You loved the wind. I stood in the window, thinking of a way I could tell you gentley that your mother died.
You were six years old. I'd never seen such sad lonely eyes. I stood there standing at the sink watching the clouds leak tears. "Where's mommy...?" A little voice asked, I slowly turned around to find myself looking down at you. I sigh and bent down to your height. Sitting on the floor, I was on my knees. I looked at you and said "Mommy, isn't going to be around any more." I was hesitant, "Well, why not?" You said with a puzzled look. "Mommy," I said with a sigh, "Went to a place called heavan." "You mean she died?" I never expected you to know, exactly what happend right away. "Yes, she died. i'm sorry." You collapsed in my lap, crying with raging tears. You screamed, and yelled. You pounded on the floor, So hard you broke your hand. Six years old, and no place to go. © 2011 hayleee.Author's Note
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6 Reviews Added on December 28, 2011 Last Updated on December 28, 2011 Authorhayleee.Ontario , CanadaAboutI have been through hell, as you have. I have seen my world unfold before my eyes. This is why I write. Not for entertainment, but for healing purposes. I share, because I feel unheard. more..Writing
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