I had promised to cook you a nice meal when you got out of hospital. But the next time I saw you, you were in a casket. All life having left you. All promises having gone with it. No more words. No more laughter. Nothing left.
At five years old, you really don’t care much about anything. Not about that woman on the other side of the phone who is under the weather, lying in bed with drugs running through her veins, their effect making her drowsy so all she wants to do more than anything is to grab some shut-eye, but she will not do […]