she cried out. i knew it wasn't a cry of pain, it was of pure happiness - one that people would want to experience.
a little boy. his mum couldn't let go of him yet. she fought with the doctors as if they were taking him away from her.
the miracle child. the swollen stomach.
i held her hand. it meant so much. no tears could prepare us for this joy.
this memory - just us - a little family - will forever be inscribed into my memories.
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big black hearts
Short StoryThis story shows the emotions a father felt when he lost his 5 years old boy to a to a demon named heart. short story cover by - @-andyy lowercase intended Wrote this when I was 14 so cringe
