6 October 2012
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.
No one. • Opuss № I