dear mom.
even though i couldn't move,
even though i was basically hooked,
to this oxygen tank,
and felt like i was dying,
by every breath i took.
even though i wanted to sleep,
so badly,
and just die.
even though i'm alive,
while i'm facing the regrets,
that i've been faced with my life.
i wanted too,
so very badly,
just so very badly,
to run away.
i wanted to run away,
to you and daddy,
mommy.
i wanted to feel your arms,
and hear you guys,
say that it's fine,
and that this is all just a dream.
i wanted to be with you guys.
i want to feel you guys safety,
so very much right now.
i don't want to leave our house,
it's the only thing,
that i'm left with,
that holds everything that reminds me of you guys.
i can't leave you guys!
"i don't want to go."
i told the lady.
she was shock.
"i'm sorry ann,
but you have to go.
i'm really sorry,
but we're forced to take you there,
we can't have a child,
have to face the world alone,
and have to go through what us adults go through.
we just can't.
i'm so very sorry ann."
no.
"please don't-"
but she never let me finished.
she told me how eric and her,
would be taking me to the orphange,
right when i was released from the hospital.
mommy,
daddy,
i don't want to go.
love,
ann
scribbled all over hospital gown
YOU ARE READING
Dear Mom,
Short Storya girl sending letters to her mother. {lowercase intended} Short Story #131 on 6.4.14 cover created by @modestmuslimah