Chapter 22
I don’t know if I will see him again. I don’t know if I will ever get to hold my babies. All I know is that none of them are here with me, they will never be here with me, ever again.
I hope it’s like the fish that go to sleep in the winter. Remember what Maman told us when we were little, asking about the koi in the pond? In the deepest cold, they simply go to sleep and dream until they wake, warm again, surrounded by their beloveds.
That’s all I’m doing. I’m going to go to sleep, and dream, and hope that all of them will be with me when I wake.
I love you.
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