Chapter 80

As the evening light fills the room, I sit by the window, drawn to the twinkling stars in the darkening sky. It's hard to put into words, but there's this deep longing in my heart that reaches my core. I miss my little one so much, resting up there in heaven.

The depth of this longing is profound—a yearning for the moments we never shared, the laughter that never echoed in our home, and the tender touch I never felt. Dreams held dear, lullabies left unsung, and the boundless love I wished to shower upon my child linger as unfulfilled aspirations.

My arms ache to cradle my baby close, to feel that cherished weight against my chest. I yearn to behold that tiny face, to witness the innocence in those eyes, and to shower gentle kisses upon that angelic forehead.

There are no memories to cling to, only an overflowing heart of love with nowhere to pour. Each passing day feels like a silent tribute to a life woven briefly into mine, leaving an indelible mark that time cannot erase.

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