It was her little brother.
This was the first time ever she was introduced to a new life.
At the age of six, she became a sister. One could say, she had been the happiest when she held those tiny delicate hands. Her eyes twinkled with a spark that could be seen by anyone who were there.
Her mother watched both her daughter and her new born with utmost delight. The mother's smile grew wide then in to a laughter at the wincing of her daughter when the baby moved around in her arms at her daughter's touch.
The little girl after that kept wondering. About the life that was born. About the life that was not out in to the world few moments ago but how it was now, crying safely in to her mother's comfort and her father's watchful eyes. She was amazed beyond words as equally as she was happy.
But when the life that triggered the very first emotion in her heart ceased to exist, it caused her to question the very first time about life.
The answer her mother was too grievous to give, her father was too strong to break it to her but her? She was left just like that to wonder yet once again about the life that was there playing with her few moments ago but vanished in to thin air as if it was never born in to this world.
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The End Of Us
SpiritualThe waves crashed violently against the bottom of the cliff where they stood. The wind roared harsh hitting their skin. She held his strong hands in her soft one's smiling ever so warmly. "Come." She whispered. "Come and let's find together what li...
