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(A mother can’t seem to turn off the light for her child to sleep)
She wouldn’t stop crying and I was feeling exhausted. I’d tried almost everything: telling tales, embracing and soothing her down, but to no avail. What really puzzles me when I’m with her is that she won’t even look at me. Not a word will she utter either and, instead, she keeps her eyes intently fixed upon an undefined spot somewhere above my head.
I’m scared. I feel sad and miserable too. I see that uncanny halo again, like a permanent mist that blurs even the most tangible things. I saw it too when we all kissed grandpa goodbye in hospital. But now it is all over mum.
(A child can’t seem to quench the light for her mother to stay)