The car was waiting for me down stairs.It was time to go, my son asked me,"Will we come back here Mama?", I wish I could tell him I don't want to leave. He is just three , even if I did,would he really understand why.
This what I hate about Life,not everyone stays as long as you want them to.They leave without a warning and most of all , they leave you with memories that huant you for life.
So we proceed to the uber car, and my son asks me,"Mama you said we came to meet Dada,when will we meet him? "
Tears gush through my eyes.Little did he know,that we just left from the grave yard.
To be continued...
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