Dear Mom,

it's my fault

dear mom,

thursday, april 2nd, at 9:35 a.m was that day. 

the day where i asked you to buy me

my favorite cherry lollipop.

that's the day you didn't ever returned.

and that was the day where daddy was never the same. 

mommy.

you've been dead all these years.

and its all my fault.

its all my fault that you're gone

and that daddy's gone also.

its all my fault that you're not here right now. 

to sing to me,

to hug me,

to give me goodnight kisses,

to read to me,

to give me advice,

to laugh with me,

to make jokes with me,

to prank daddy.

its my fault that daddy is gone too. 

that he's not here to make me laugh, 

or smile,

or just anything.

its my fault.

love,

ann

scribbled all over a newsletter with fresh tear stains on it.