“Honey…” – I say softly trying not to upset my daughter
“Promise me you won’t tell your mother this…” – With fear inside I say to my daughter, with a broken voice
“I won’t tell mom anything, I promise” – I hear her beautiful voice as she hugs me again crying
In the shower the only thing that can be heard is the sound of the water falling as if no one was inside, a few minutes pass and my daughter calms down telling me a little how she feels, noticing that she has managed to cope with this situation better than me… 10… Indian xxx 6… It was more than obvious, my son… (2008 – Current time)
Today I got up early, exactly one year has passed since my son’s death and I know it was difficult for everyone but it still affects me incredibly, remembering that scene in my dreams every day…
