At thirty five,
my father died because of the cancer he's got. You know I have always hated death ever since your mother passed away, that's why I cried the hardest in the funeral. You hugged me really tight and I saw that Carol was fine with you hugging me, so I hugged you back and cried in your arms. I missed being in your arms, you know. So please, don't let me go this time. I just lost the #1 man in my life and I didn't want my #2 man let me go.
Call me selfish, but I was a thirty five woman with no partner in life.
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...
