Prompt: When I'm Wiser
"You father lived this life much longer than I did… and so did your self proclaim god father. Truth is, I really do not know how to live this. This would be so much easier with one of them here." She sighed and sat down on a couch across from Agnes' temporary play pen. "I hope you never endure this. It's to much, I don't know why I thought I could do this." Her head leaned down to rest on her palm. "Reddington had this way to tell stories. I fell enamored a few times to that charm. It was the way he told them. It made him seem… wise."
She stood up and walked around the motel room. "Maybe when I'm older I could be, or at least pretend to be wiser." She scoffed in amusement, "Maybe they were just pretending and hopefully you don't go through this later in life." She picked up her child from the pen and made her way to the door. "Time to go little one."
Characters: Elizabeth, Agnes
Now this is my typical writing.
