She's lucky. She has a mother who who gives her the love she needs and a grandmother who will give her everything she wants.
"I'm not jealous" I smiled bitterly
I straight away drink my coffee and bite into my toast bread. The clouds are dark and low, I think the rain are on the way.
The wind are trying to touch my skin like they know what I feel. I looked at them again. She's combing her hair while my niece are playing the toys she gave.
Yes I'm jealous. I'm jealous not because she has a grandmother that i didn't experienced when I was a child but because she has my mother's love that i want to experience since I was a child.
Until now.
