Cuddles

I was going about my chores, trying to keep my mind busy and distracted from the pain that still gripped my heart. The loss of my baby had left an emptiness that seemed impossible to fill. Every step felt heavy, every task a reminder of what I had lost.

As I wiped the table, I heard hushed whispers nearby. I turned and saw a group of maids huddled together, their faces filled with concern. Sarah, one of the maids I often talked to, approached me with a gentle smile.

"Bloom, are you okay?" she asked softly, her voice full of empathy.

I tried to put on a brave face, but the tears welled up in my eyes, betraying my attempts to hold them back. "I'm... I'm trying to be," I managed to choke out, my voice quivering.

Another maid, Emily, came forward and gently placed a hand on my shoulder. "You don't have to be strong all the time," she said kindly. "It's okay to let it out."

And just like that, the dam burst. The tears I had been holding back came pouring out, and I felt a mixture of relief