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As promised, here's the second drabble of the day. It's another angsty one, folks.
She’s lost one son, and the other looks at her like he never knows what to say. Brushing a strand of hair from Mickey’s clammy forehead, she wonders if she’ll ruin this boy, too.
“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” she says quietly, patting his leg as she stands. His sleepy eyes follow her as she makes her way to the door, and the gratitude in them is almost too much for her.
A month later, she clings to John and weeps as the little boy is lowered into the ground. This time she was careful not to make any promises.
She’s lost one son, and the other looks at her like he never knows what to say. Brushing a strand of hair from Mickey’s clammy forehead, she wonders if she’ll ruin this boy, too.
“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” she says quietly, patting his leg as she stands. His sleepy eyes follow her as she makes her way to the door, and the gratitude in them is almost too much for her.
A month later, she clings to John and weeps as the little boy is lowered into the ground. This time she was careful not to make any promises.