Ninety

The bond between a mother and her child is the only real and purest bond in the world, the only true love we can ever find in our lifetime.

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                She knew how cruel life was at such a young age.

                “Please,” She murmurs, holding onto the hand that was quickly turning cold. The woman’s eyes were distant, like she was no longer here. Even though half of her face was burned, she was still the most beautiful woman in the whole world for the little girl. She was growing weak; the little girl knew. She had been coughing for a few days now, she no longer eats. The smell of death was just