You took your tiara off today.
You kinda threw it on the ground and frowned,pulling your knees to your chest and resting your head on them.
I frowned and watched you.
"What's the matter?"
You didn't move,didn't shrug or anything.
You just sat there.
I waited,picking up your tiara and holding it in my hands.
I studied it,noticing how shiny it was up close and how the soft pink jewels were all heart shaped.
It was perfect,just like you.
I looked up at you,seeing you scribbling away on your board.
I watched,fascinated as usual.
It was from my mom.
I looked down at the beautiful piece,listening to the words you wrote on your board as if you were speaking them out loud.
She used to call me her princess cause the doctors said she was having a girl.When she found out I was a boy she kept the name,said I was beautiful like a princess.
I wanna tell him she's right,the words dangle on my tongue cause his mother spoke true words right from the start.
He was more beautiful than any princess there ever was,in any land he was more beautiful than them all.
I frowned when you looked sad,fingers fiddling with the marker in his hand.
"Where is your mother?"
I dreaded the answer cause of the bad feeling I had in my stomach,but I had to ask anyway.
You scribbled away and confirmed my thoughts,my heart sinking to my toes.
Dead.
