Those stitches that scars my heart.
Its been a week bb is not at home. Everytime when im reaching home hoping to see him greets me never fail. even after visiting him, i do forget at times that he is not at home. Maybe i still cant accept the fact that he is hospitalise, undergoing all these at the age of two. Two weeks of mental torture pass. We are getting better everyday. And we will. I cant wait for you to be home. Each time you whine when im leaving its so hard for me that i wish i was deaf.
Lkl
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