I regret everything
I regret losing her
I regret not visiting her at the hospital when she needed it.
When she needed us all.
I was scared of seeing her interned in that hospital. With needles with substances running trough her veins.
The sweetest woman in my life
The reason of my childhood smiles
The deaf old woman
With her white short hair, and face that I can't remember.
Now she's gone. My smile is gone. The small happy thoughts are gone. Now I can't even remember her.
Her body wasn't buried, she was burned. Her ashes are now in a box. That box is in my house.
I cry trying to get her to hear me.
But she's trapped in the box.
The last time I saw her was trough a video my dad sent me the last time he visited her.
She was smiling. She was happy
And I smiled back to the screen of my phone.
I wish I could have known that would be the last time I saw her smiling. Or... happy.
YOU ARE READING
"Cry It Out", They Said
Short StoryThis book is going to talk about something I lost and I can't get back. If you don't care about me, please don't read it.
