Elena
The weather feels so hot today. I don’t know if it’s the weather but nothing has been cool for me. My heart hasn’t gotten enough space to breathe and I haven’t had enough oxygen in my lungs. It’s tight.
Maybe because I’ve been crying non-stop.
I feel like the most terrible daughter on earth, maybe I am. I’m standing in front of the place my father was buried two years ago, I see all the flowers I lay on him every year all withered.
The wind is very wild. It blows my red hair across my face, sticking to my face because of the tears. “Dad..” I call, dragging a shaky breath as I try to speak.
“ I’m here Love, your little angel is here,” I let out a small smile parting my lips when I say out the name he always calls me.
“ Happy belated birthday, Love.” I smile, and the wind blows
