I remember the day your mother had a
stroke.
I visited her at the hospital, but it was a
bad idea.
Once I left the room, you entered and
saw me there.
You looked exhausted.
The kind you couldn't fix with sleep.
You took out your anger at me.
"Why are you here?! Get out! Just
because your birth mother didn't want
you doesn't mean my mother does!
Leave!"
I was rooted to the ground, shocked.
"I SAID LEAVE!"
I ran out of the hospital, tears
threatening to spill down my cheeks.
I didn't let them fall until I was at home
in my bed.
After that day I promised to never cry
over you ever again.
I was hell bent on keeping that
promise.
YOU ARE READING
When We Were Happy?
Short Story"Well I don't want to remember." Not friends, not enemies, just strangers with some memories. ~ Please give this story a try. I'm no professional writer, but I hope you enjoy.
