Hurt
It was a beautiful night of Friday. The sky was filled with white flecks, making company the huge moon that illuminated avenue to that sad. From the balcony of one of the houses, the sweet little girl with blond hair was crying. Tears streamed down in her delicate face. One at a time. In every tear that was falling, the pain was decreasing. She cried, cried to relieve the pain of a sad reminder.
The wind was strong. Her curls, which were previously fallen on her shoulders, now were stuck up in a bun to not be thrown to the wind. But some stubborn wires were thrown at her innocent face and saddened.
She knew that she was alone. But it was so early... She was so young and already knew what it was to suffer a loss.
She opened her big blue eyes and encountered the huge starry sky.
A few days ago, she promised herself she wouldn't cry for the death of her mother, but realized how difficult it is to try to forget.
"I do not want you to cry" – these were the last words of her mother, since she is gone.
"She went to a better place" – said the grandmother of the young girl, trying to comfort her.
But she knew her life would never be the same. She just didn't know it would hurt so much.