The room was filled with floral print couches...baskets of flowers...red carpet...and one small box on legs. Inside this box, she lay there, in peace...dressed in her beautiful easter dress...with her pretty hat atop her head. Her body was cool, she had the cutest little slippers on those tiny toes. She was bigger...just a little bigger. Beautiful dark hair, longer than most her age.
This box, lined with pink shiny cushion. Her eyes were glued shut, it was thick and rough glue. Her head had been cut open along her hair line, and glued back together. The pretty hat covered this though. Her small hands and fingers, all still there. I placed her hands inside of mine. I couldve fit three of her tiny hands into one of mine. My little girl. Gone.
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