At thirty eight,
Avery's sixth birthday party was celebrated in such a modest way, we celebrated her birthday in a boring white room where Carol has been staying for a month. She got really sick lately and she can't get out of her bed so the doctor told it would be better if she stayed in the hospital. I saw your eyes getting dull as you watched the happiness source of your life being sucked out slowly by the life itself. It pained me to see Delilah and Avery not knowing what was happening with their mother. But it pained me even more to see you being upset again.
Babe, please be strong.
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...
