I wonder why this little "story" even exist. maybe I was just bored and writing. But I really don't remember writing it. well, I have no clue. anyway, enjoy. :)
It was almost past midnight as a silhouette of a young woman, holding a fairly large basket stepped up onto a random person's doorstep before instantly hesitating. Fear and sad thoughts clouding her mind. And suddenly she felt her eyes begin to sting. She looked down at her children, who looked right back at her. Then she looked out of the window close to her, revealing a woman most probably 15 years older than her, sitting in a rocking chair, not rocking but reading beside her fireplace.
She noted this, setting the basket down next to her before hearing a car drive past, causing her to lightly jump. She didn't want to seem suspicious but she didn't want to be found either. She felt the tears begin to form again and tried to shake them away, standing to her feet. She wanted to tell them not to cry, it's ok, someone who can be mature and keep you safe will love you soon. But they don't know English, and those irritating tears persisted.
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Randomthis is a little thing I do, to get my emotions out instead of poetry. :) same idiot me writng tho😳💞
