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Mother Of Mercy

Penulis: Maria-Grace
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-02-01 14:17:06
ENZO MORETTI

The ceremony came to a quiet end.

Because Larry didn't leave any family who had the strength to wail at his grave, he was buried quietly.

His daughter and niece watched and occasionally, they would clean their eyes.

But they didn't scream and cry out like their heart had been cut off.

To them, they’d lost someone they knew and not someone they needed to survive.

When I told Isa that Lily was better off without her father, I wasn't lying.

At least now that she was in the foster home, she could stay away from drug influences and the dirty life.

I closed my eyes for a moment to say my last prayers.

“Father forgive me for I have sinned.” A calm settled in me after reciting that.

I squeezed Isa’s hand and kissed her cheek. It was the first show of affection all afternoon.

People were asking questions with their eyes and this was me giving them answers.

This was how I made claim of my woman.

“Is it over?” Isa asked, looking up at me.

I wanted to t
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