At thirty four,
I came to Delilah's fifth birthday party. You and Caroline were so happy knowing your baby turned five. I was happy, of course. As someone who knew you for what it felt like a lifetime, I knew your family was your happiness source. And I got even happier when Delilah came to me just to hug me and tell me that she loves me and that it felt like as if I was her mother, too.
And you know what, babe? I really wished I was the one you married to that time.
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...
