He was their most cherished ‘special’ gift after their first
child passed away; he lived a fable until the dreadful day when daddy’s hand
slipped from his and went straight to heaven, taking mummy along.
At 2 in the
morning his window sill was wet with tears as he said ‘daddy will come now’.
But there’s no one to tell him that daddy won’t come.
He stood looking at the
hospital screaming ‘mummy mummy’ till his sister pulled him away saying ‘she’s
not there anymore’.
Are coffins really buried this deep?
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