The

.

Night your mother died was

One of the worst times of my life.

I didn't even know that she was dead

Until they handed you to me. That

.

Night

.

Was the first time I would look

Into your eyes and the last time

I would look into your mother's

Eyes. Her eyes were so different than

.

Your

.

Soft blue ones. Her too this arms

Lay limp at her sides, and I

Walked in while she was still

Cut open. She didn't look like a

.

Mother,

.

She looked like a tired little girl.

She was too small, and there

Was too much blood. At least she

Was already a shell when she

.

Died