Today was a very sad day. I woke up crying but not screaming. I didn't brush my hair nor speak to anybody. Erica tried to talk to me but Connor told her, "Mommy is very sick." It hurt that I didn't have the strength to even say good morning beautiful to my own daughter. Ashley came over to try to comfort me but still nothing came out of my mouth. She looked at me with a sad look. She stayed with me. I walked outside looking Luke a demon spawn and walked to the mail box. Nothing was in there. He said he would write the day before war. I stood there. It was like I was waiting for a miracle to happen. I we crazy because nothing good could happen right now. The only thing good that could happen is if Sam was- "DADDY!!" I turn around. I see Erica running out the door. She ran towards a man dressed casually. She jumped into his arms. He picked her up and spun her around. I ran over to her. "Erica!" I yelled. I got to her and took her hand. "I am so-" i looked up and saw Sam looking at me. "Sam?" He hugged me. "But you said they needed you." I said into his shoulder. "Yea well I see I'm needed here more." He said smiling. "Oh my god! Is that Sam!?" I hear Ashley say. I turned around and saw her running ti come hug him. I laughed. "Yes and I'm here ti stay." He said looking at me. "Really?!" Ashley and Erica yelled. I just looked at him surprised and happy. He smiled at my reaction and kissed me. "I love you." I said looking in his eyes. "Please don't leave me again. My life has been a living hell without you in it!" I said hugging him now crying. "I will never leave you. You will never be alone." He said looking in my eyes. "You will never be alone."
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Letters From a Soilder (RIP prt2)
Romance(This is part two to my other book R.I.P (a Sam Pottorff fanfic) you must read that first for this to make sense) He is off at war and I am left with the guys and my 5 year old daughter Erica. we write everyday with no fail. this is my story.
