What happens when you lose a loved one?Doesn't it pain, doesn't it hurt....? Don't you feel like letting go ...don't you feel like forgetting all about it and oh so many more feelings go inside you which can't even be explained...?
I hope this story covers it all....
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CHAPTER I-
She opened her eyes ,blinking back any tears from last night. It had been a hard day and she didn't want to think about it at all. What had happened was a dream. Yes, a dream.
A horrible one at that....
Yes ,a horrible nightmare.
It wasn't real. And she would be more than happy to forget it.
Until.....
"Ma!" She closed her eyes and breathed in.
Her daughter. In front of her. Calling her. Right in front of her. Atleast she was okay. Safe and sound....
She looked into her daughters eyes. So bright. A deep yet lively brown. Warm and honey suckle.
"I need my breakfast." She was saying. She smiled and got up. Her daughter, was barely 7. And she needed help all the time.
Her path to the bathroom was bitter and long .....
She only kept thinking of last night.
"You don't know! You won't even understand you crippled woman! All you are is a burden to me. You and your sickly daughter! Just get out of here!!"
Get out get out get out get out get out....
Would her daughter know that they had changed houses. That they were now in a rundown ruin she had managed to forage. What a nightmare. What a nightmare indeed.
She smiled still, even though her daughter wouldn't see. Just for her own benefit. Just for her own strength.
Food.
What would she do when the food she had snatched from there ran out? What then?
How would she earn? How would she afford her daughters schools high fees? How would she even survive these few days even?
Trying to let go of these thoughts she pulled out the small plastic bag and from it a sandwich. She set it gently into her daughters hands. Such beautiful little,soft hands they were. Would that remain so after even today?
Her daughter. Her beautiful little , innocent and lovely daughter.
What had happened?
Cold dread and nothing else snaked through her heart, ensnaring her senses. She couldn't breathe. Only panic. Even hysteria seemed more welcome than the present situation.
What had she done to deserve this?
And more importantly. What had her daughter done to deserve this?
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If I should continue..... Tell me....if not ...I won't.....
©AkshayaGadre