The City of Hades

The passing of time.

It's been quite a while since the night I gave birth to my little cariño, till this day I still haven't found her and my hopes wane with each passing day, sometimes I entertain the idea that she was adopted by a nice family who love and care for her as much as I do.

Then sometimes there are dark days where my mind whispers horrid things to me, things like she never even made it to that orphanage, that she's not off happy somewhere with some family and that I'll never be able to see her again, on the really depressing days it tells me she no longer walks in the realm of the living. That's when I'd go back to my little hovel I carved out in this dreadful world and smash anything in sight, not that it was much, considering I only earned the wages of a waitress in a small corner deli.

The night I ran, I was lucky enough to meet an old couple who put me up for a few nights until I was able to find something on my own and start working, the money I saved up helped a lot too. However most of the nights I'd go hungry, fear keeping me from spending the little I had, back then I had so much hope I'd find her that I made sure to spend as little as possible just to have enough money for baby food and diapers, since I was working I figured I'd have enough by the end of the month to keep us afloat.

Days turned into months and months turned into years. It's been five years since that day, I missed so many firsts with my princess and I'd never be able to get that back. Her first words, her first steps and so many more that, that alone would keep me up at night.

Now today I survive only with the sliver of hope that she's happy somewhere out there, that she's being taken care of and that some one out there will treat my princess right.