Syringe… Heartbeat… Lost… that’s all I can think about today. Because if I think about anything else I start to… NO.

No. No. No. No.

I don’t want to think about it. Any of it. Why is fate so cruel?

I shouldn’t have had to.

No parent should have to.

No parent should have to operate on…

No parent should be asked…

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I remember the first time I held my daughter. I was unspeakably nervo...

“Hey Pickle! You off on your daily run? It’s a little early. ”

Pickle in a dead sprint nodded no. He threw Hickory a package without breaking stride and continued on. Hickory with a puzzled expression on his face opened the package and quickly closed it. He burst out in a wide grin and started laughing.

Then the storm approached. The crackling anger was practically palpable. The steam and hiss ...

I know I am making the right choice.

Malja may not agree but she isn’t the one who is being presented with the decision.

She’s the one who is hurt, beyond my help. Even though I am proficient with the healing magic required for the preponderance of things, this is beyond my skill. Not to be prideful for I am an accomplished healer as my Curith Consis proves. But this… her wounds are beyond my ...

I don’t want to say anything

But with her I don’t need to

Everything I need to say

Can be communicated

Another way

The smiling of my eyes

The hug of my hand

The tilt of my head

The squint of my eyes

Every gesture that I make

That you understand

Means I treasure your company

When you smile back and

I just

Know

You…

You love me too

My world grows brighter in the silence

Who needs word...