My cold finger slip combing through her freshly washed hair.
I carefully plait her chocolate locks, calming all the stray hairs. The ends sprawl out under the elastic.
I blink slowly, trying to keep back the tears.
I wipe my damp thumbs on her cheeks as she laughs.
She turns around and I smile at her.
'Thank you, Miss!' She chirps.
'Dinner's ready soon, wait with your brothers, I'll be right there.'
She skips to the kitchen. I shield my eyes with my palms. How can I tell such a beautiful, happy girl, that no one's ever coming back.
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!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! รa Va? The name's Dana, Dana Dana, (Day.na). I'm 13, come from a big family of very... loud people, despite that I am quiet, and keep to myself. I like spongebob (He made me who I am today.) I usually write poems, sometimes a story, and blogs if I'm lacking in poetry ideas. 'One can be addicted to a certain type of sadness' unknown person, please stop writing about me. ยกยกยกยก
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