My hearts aches at this dark hour. 10:57 PM. My thoughts go back to strange days, like a dream.
Never I though this would be. Yet it is.
I wonder more about them that watch. Do they think of me? Am I dead to them? Did I die?
I think in truth it’s like I did. My friends. Some family. They choose Sheryl.
I choose my children.
In the end. It’s me and them. God forbid my girls forsake me.