She left you slightly prematurely.
On a cold, desperate night, you unlocked the door of her bedroom and lay on her bed. You left the room exactly the way she'd left it and you could still sense your daughter in the room. It was like she was still here - her school bag lay on the floor, unzipped as if she was mid-way through emptying her bags when she left.
You wished you could hold her hands again. But that can only be relived in memory now. She was your daughter, your baby girl, your precious darling but now she belongs to no one - not even to existence.
On a cold, desperate night, you unlocked the door of her bedroom and lay on her bed. You left the room exactly the way she'd left it and you could still sense your daughter in the room. It was like she was still here - her school bag lay on the floor, unzipped as if she was mid-way through emptying her bags when she left.
You wished you could hold her hands again. But that can only be relived in memory now. She was your daughter, your baby girl, your precious darling but now she belongs to no one - not even to existence.
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