GreyveI lay there, wasting away, decaying. The stress and turmoil of each moveGreyve
contorting my face into a nearly unrecognizable mask of pain and despair. I
know my death is near, there is a silver lining to this cloud however. My
daughter is here. Her deep brown hair, borrowed from her mother, her eyes,
blue like mine, but with gold flecks all her own. I love her almost as much
as I love her dear mother. Her mother died of this same slow death that
afflicts me. My heart died with her on that unseasonably cold April day.
Next was my mind, caught in the final throws of senility and Alzheimer’s. I &
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