A caring family couldnt compensate for what had once been the vortex of her life.
A caring family, no doubt..but with families of their own to run and look after.
And she became a jigsaw piece-that couldnt go missing but wouldnt fit in either.
Yesterday, she exchanged her flailing strength for a new burst of life,
her confusion for peace.. her confinement for wings...
I like to think she is happy someplace, enjoying the sunshine..
Dimma, Dada and me in happier times.
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