You carried me for nine months
But I was born without a voice.
There never was a certificate proving my birth
Even though your body and mind still hurt
The kingdom of my crib, this perfect bubble
Is now a bitter and empty world in rubble
I will never age
I will never walk
I will never talk
But I will always wait
Mom, I know that your broken heart is still crying
But you must not surrender to the power of mourning
As the angel baby, I am the firstborn of the family
My open wings will shelter you silently
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Happisad Memories
General FictionTwo weeks after the death of her baby daughter, a woman in her mid-thirties detaches herself from reality and blames everyone for everything that has happened to her. When a strange cherub-looking creature that calls itself a 'Nalhak' appears and as...
