It’s been a month and I am unable to say anything, and suddenly. Everything is not perfect, or maybe as perfect as I’d like it. Today a child is dead and I wasn’t there. No one was allowed to save her. I wasn’t allowed to even be there. I will miss the sending of her body. She had such small hands and such clean teeth. Her tiny life taken takes my tongue and all my lighter thoughts and brightness from the world’s bulb. I am not among those that loved her most, but maybe I was allowed to love her truly, if only once.
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