"Mama, are we going to die?"
The four year old's small voice whispered. "I don't know sweetie, I don't know."
A tragic short story about a mother and her daughter.
"What's your name?" She asked the worst question for Death.
"It's D-," he mumbled.
"Don't be shy. Tell me," She said making him comfortable.
"It's Death," he said bracing himself to see her reaction.
If death were a person, how would he live?