I took my favourite book to school once. Twelve years later I haven’t let my bag out of my sight.
Tag: stolen
I miss them
I wake up and see my brother laughing near me and see my other family as well eating dinner.I start to cry because I know I am not in my house but on a table feeding others a piece of me.
If I saw you again
I stay wishing for the moment for you to come back to me just to hug you and kiss you on the forehead.The real truth is that you never will because the man that took you sold your organs for money and left me without a baby