I went to bed crying that night.
A lot more than usual.
My little love came in and asked me
why I was crying again. She told me
that the man I always cry about came
to visit me and I should be happy.
She's 4. Way to young to understand.
I yelled at her to get out of my room
and leave me alone.
I'm a terrible mother.
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Short StoryDark haired guy with light eyes are the reason she struggles to stay alive.