At twenty nine,
my mother started to ask me when I will get married. So I told her I wasn't just ready. Maybe it was right that I wasn't ready, or for worse that I will never be ready. Maybe it was because you were still the one I love the most. But don't get me wrong, you were so loveable you know. I can't even say no when you asked me to be the godmother of Delilah, your first child with Carol.
Oh how I wish I was the mother of your daughter.
YOU ARE READING
The Hourglass.
Short StoryAt five, I met you for the first time. At eight, I fell in love with you. At twenty six, I watched you marry the girl you love the most in life. At twenty eight, you got your first child born into the world with such a happiness I could never give y...
