After the tragic loss of my daughter I am trying to find myself and learn to cope. I found that writing helps alot. I may not be the best yet but I\'ll get there ????
Arya awoke late in the night to a wide open window curtains flapping in the cool night breeze. something wasn't right. 'Where are the stars, the moon?' No sounds came from the forest it was as if someone had turned the volume off on the world everything was eerily quiet.