I crawled into bed in the same state I did every other night - puffy eyes from crying, disheveled hair from constant pulling and the regular bruises.
Making myself as comfortable as I can on my bed, I stared out the window at the moon shining brightly above...a sore contrast to my mood. Wishing secretly for a bit of its shine, I zoned into wonderland.
My life has been anything but happy since my adoptive mother passed on. Living with The Grinch himself cannot be related with anything happy anyway. Being adopted into a once happy family, I had everything a kid could ever wish for. Ranging from the toys, best birthday parties and all what not. I was blessed with doting parents who saw to it that I never lacked a thing. Then, I really never felt like an adopted child.
And oh! What is it about good things not lasting? The glittery life came to an abrupt stop when my adoptive mother died in labour. The rest of the story will be for another day.
Still deep in thoughts, I dozed off into yet another restless sleep.
Here comes the prologue... A peep into the main story.
Stay with me still please. And exercise some patience🤗
I've just got a lot on my tiny head now😩😩
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Gone without you
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