the king & queen of summershade

thirty-one

t h i r t y - o n e

thirty-first day of winter.

i wake up to the sound of crying.

i walk into my mum's room.

hot, salty tears stain her face.

she attempts to smile.

"i'm sorry, raeanne."

i sit with her on the bed.

"it's okay mum. it isn't your fault."

i hug her.

"it's going to be alright."

she's lost her job again.