Dear Baby,
You were four months. And now you won't grow. You won't laugh. You won't cry. You won't open your eyes. You won't live.
I don't know what happened. Mummy woke up one day bleeding. She knew what that meant. She didn't want to come to the hospital, she wanted to bleed out. She wanted to go with you and your brother. I would probably want to do the same. But I picked her up and brought her. I couldn't lose her too.
Love,
Daddy
YOU ARE READING
Small Bump || Ed Sheeran
Short Story" You were just a small bump unborn, for four months then torn from life "
