by Mrs P Sylar Mon 10 May 2010 - 18:23
She sat down, taking her mother's hand. She grasped it closely, never waiting to let go. She needed someone to look after her... someone to help her. Someone to care for her. Her mother. She wanted her mother back, as tears fell down her cheeks, dropping down, and falling down her mother's body, the pain causing a huge tear in her heart. A hole. A missing piece.
An idea flew into her head, wildly, and unplanned. She had to try. She doubted it would work, but she had to try.