Missing You
Description
Still hating you who has let me go.
My frigiely cooled heart is still Missing You.
New author here. Just a short one-shot. Hue hue.
Foreword
“Mommy, are you ready?” a four-year old asked her mother, kicking the fallen leaves on the floor with her brown leather sandals.
The mother smiled at her daughter, caressing her rosy pink cheeks,” yes I am Stephie. Are you ready to visit daddy now?” The girl nodded her head eagerly, slipping her hands into her mother’s before heading to the grave.
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