Chapter Thirty Eight: Lullaby.
The woman used to sing the innocent girl to sleep. With a little of a soft voice, singing a lullaby.
'Hush, little baby, don't say a word.
Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird..'
As she rocked the two year old girl back and forth, and sang quietly into her ear, she saw how her daughter would be doing great things when she got older. She had those brave, sweet blue eyes that could pull you under within' a second.
But as sweet and brave they were, as sad and scared they were.
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Short Story❝Grief and sorrow will always be near you, but it must not destroy you.❞ In which a broken girl and a broken boy were lost in a world full of agony. *** [completed] #86 in short story ; Broken Hills. copyright © 2016. all rights reserved.
