Tears wash down my face. My child, my heart and soul, dead. My driving force in life, dead. My only family member left, dead.
The child who won the singing contest in school.
Dead.
She
is
Dead.
Gone.
Forever.
I can almost hear her laugh, like crystal clear bells.
I see her, hair down, about 6, running through our apartment, in a pretty sundress.
All.
Gone.
Dead.
Dead.
Dead.
I can see her laughing, sea green eyes shining with happiness.
She.
Is.
Gone.
