The Tree With A Hole | Caught #writephoto
I woke up at 6.00 AM in the morning. I stretched and yawned and looked at the empty pillow by my side in misery. I still remembered how Maggie's beautiful face would look up and smile at me every morning from that pillow. It had been nearly a year since Maggie had died and I had still not gotten over her death.
I remembered our usual morning
Published on August 25, 2018 22:41