Again, I do not own TRB
Keira POV
"Mummy!" Sam screams, and I have to say, it shatters my heart. I scoop him and comfort him, saying that everything is going to be ok. But I know it won't. Sam will realise that Amanda's gone. For a two year old, he's not stupid. He knows that fire hurts. He been in it enough times. And he knows that if it hurts too much, well, you'll die. That happened with his dad.
I hold Sam close to my chest and tell him it fine, and that I won't let anything hurt him. He sobs into my chest until his eyes run dry. I just hold him close, cooing and shushing him gently.
He looks up at me.
"Who are you?" he asks.
"I'm Keira. I'm your social worker."
"What's that?" Ok. I get it. He's at the 'question any/everything any/everyone says' age. Great. Just great. But on second thoughts, how would he know what a social worker was?
"I'm going to look after you and take you to a place with lots of other children." I say.
Sam POV
"I'm going to look after you and take you to a place with lots of other children." Keira says.
I wonder, is it school? I don't like school. Tillie didn't like it. She said it was full of nasty children who hit her. But she made me promise not to tell mum, or she'd hit me.
Maybe it's heaven. Dad told me about heaven once. He said that it was a beautiful green field with a big lake next to it. He said that it was filled with boys and girls of all ages who play together all day, every day. I want to go there some time. Maybe for a holiday. I might get to see Dad, if I'm lucky. Mom said he'd gone to heaven.
I curled up into Keira's chest and she stroked my head. I closed my eyes and dreamed of playing with mummy and dad and Tillie in a green field covered in wild flowers.
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