Lossof Stories

I lost my sister this week to cancer. I'm broken, but with time I know I will mend. This poem is for my one and only beloved sister, Adelita.

It was never about love. It was just supposed to end the long war. People were dying, one after another. He was ruthless, cold, demeaning, yet I had hoped he would be lenient. So when my father forced my marriage... I could only agree. There I was, married to the man I've avoided my entire life. Yet life always has surprises. So when there's a devil, there's always an angel. WARNING: Mild swearing, romance