Will she survive?
“Momma, life has been rather sad, since you’ve gone, Daddy has been drinking. He rarely talks to me now, and often holes up in his room.” The girl stared blankly up at the star-dotted sky, talking up to heaven.
“I know, you told me you’re going to a better place, with angels. I wish I was there with you. Maybe we can live together in a palace, with a cozy burning fireplace. Daddy could be there too, laughing with us and telling his corny jokes.” The girl sighed dreamily, rolling over.
“Daddy told me, you won’t be coming back. Why’d you leave, Momma? You told me you’d always be there,” The girl let a tear slip from her innocent chocolate brown eyes, bottom lip trembling.
“I really wish you were here...” The girl mumbled once again, before drifting off into a fitful sleep.
Unbeknownst to her, her father was watching from the house. He gazed sadly at the little girl, wishing he could help her, but he couldn’t. He could just hope that she would be okay.
But the world is not a wish-granting factory.
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