Ich dachte ... alles ... in Ordnung war...
This morning I woke up at 5am from a dream where I had been talking about Zetahra.
And I realized yesterday was her birthday.
And I realized she would have been eight.
And I realized that come the end of the year she will be gone longer than she was here and that felt unbearable.
Her first ever picture, freshly born and on her feet.
It's only easier some of the time.
And I realized yesterday was her birthday.
And I realized she would have been eight.
And I realized that come the end of the year she will be gone longer than she was here and that felt unbearable.
Her first ever picture, freshly born and on her feet.
It's only easier some of the time.