I was supposed to see her. Supposed to kiss her. I wanted to see her one last time. No... The last memory is of her is a box being carried away. She tried to stay with me, tried to tell me not to leave. She tried to warn me... I didn't listen... Now she's gone. I lost her.
I'm waiting for my parents to call... Tell me it was all a joke. My baby's still there, just as happy as ever. She's not dead. My child is still living. She's got to be... It's all a feeble joke.
Sorry for my absence... Wifi went down and I had to get the goods... (Frozen water, and apple, and hot cocoa powder)
SHAMSHAM! *Makes hot cocoa* Do you want some yummy? @Shammy the Shamrock
I want to change my profile picture, but that feels like letting go of my baby... I always have a photo open of her, one that I refuse to close, but this kind of shows the world how special she is to me... opinions?
A month. A month of doubt denial and pleading... A month that was meant for her to live... It stings worse than ever... My baby is never coming back...