I sit there crying, holding my baby boy in my arms. This can't happen to me. I loved him. I get up and lay him on his bed. He is such a beautiful little boy. He was only 4 years old. He had red curly cute hair. His face was covered in freckles. His eyes were bright green. Oh I wish I had more time to be with him. I was just so angry. I didn't mean for the fork to stab him in the neck. It took about about ten minutes for him to finally pass on. It's his fault though. He should have never said no to me. I sighed, oh well no one will ever know. I whispered in my little boys ear, ' have fun at boarding school baby. ' Before standing up and leaving the room, closing the door behind me. The door that will never open again.
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The Little Girl
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