Daddy's Little Angel

Daddy's Little Angel - Part2 -

The next day i came home to see my wife laying at the bottom of the stairs in a crumpled bloody heap at the bottom of the stairs. There was so much blood that had long since dried into the carpet when i got home. She never made it to work that morning. The official story was that she had taken a nasty fall down the stairs and cracked her head open like an egg on her tumble... But as i look into Jenny's eyes, so empty, so emotionless. No, no, no! Daddy's Little angel never hurt anyone who didn't try to hurt her first! She's a special little angel...

Anyway there was a funeral that all the family and friends came to. Jenny couldn't have been more bored, just staring into nothingness as she sat there while the eulogy was being given.  When it came time to view the corpse, she hardly gave it a glance. I like to think she is coping with the loss her own way. Daddy's little angel loved her dearest mummy more that anything in the world...