“I‘m broken,” she cried.
“You’re not broken, you’re amazing. And I don’t know how anyone could do what you’re doing. I wouldn’t be able to do it.” I replied with a pain in my heart.
“My mom, tried to commit suicide,” she hiccupped. “After I was born,” she released into another wave of tears.
“What are you talking about?” I asked now afraid where this was going.
“She hated me. She hates me,” she concluded.
I reach down for the five year-old Jillie in front of me, and hug her tight.
fiction #? was inspired listening to Cold Play while my doggy ignored me. this comes after the trip to the Western Rock Medical Center. there is more in between.