My chest hurt as I felt how tight he was holding onto my body, tears falling down my face. The last time I saw him, he was yelling outside the window, scared for me. He didn’t know what would happen to me or if I would live. “Elijah, I am alright… it’s okay.” I tried to assure him as he pulled back, showing his face, wet from his tears.
i know he’ll be entirely grateful for her saving him from the house fire. that’s his REAL mama!
