I lost my first boy. Little black haired beauty. He was a fighter too, tried to beat the fever that took him. It was years ago.. Robert was crazed, beat his hands bloody on the wall. All the things men do to show you how much they care. The boy looked just like him.. Such a little thing. A bird without feathers. They came to take his body away and Robert held me, I screamed and I battled, but he held me. That little bundle.. They took him away and I never saw him again, never visited the crypt, never. I pray to The Mother every morning and night, that she return your child to you. Perhaps this time she’ll listen..
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