Dear Avie,
I’m sitting here filling up my paper with you.
My words are being taken from my mouth with this paper and pen.
Begging to be written down.
These words will never be dead.
I’m being deprived of what I love the most.
Please bring me closer to you.
I’m still fighting to live even though I feel like dying.
I can’t choose what stays and what will eventually fade away.
Xoxo- Mommy
