• Dream •

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well, it must be a dream.

:::

-Irene
It was a Saturday morning. Well, not exactly morning but somewhere between midnight and morning. The sun wasn't up yet.

She was sitting upright on her bed, with tears streaming down her face.

The cries of a child. An unborn child.

It was her child.

She lost it to someone who gave it to her.

"Forgive me, my child."

For better or for worse, it was gone. It had been years since it happened. Years since she left that horrible man.



Alcohol. She hated alcohol.

:::

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