EDWARD WILLIAMS
I glanced at her through the rear-view mirror and looked back on the road. She is laying on the backseat of the car. She has not been herself since yesterday after receiving the news about her grandmother. Yes, she took her last breath yesterday, and today she is no more. She refused to eat but I wasn’t having it. I bought a meal for her along the way at McDonald’s, she at least forced fries down her throat and had a soft drink.
My baby though, is going through the most right now and with how things are between her mother and her, she needs someone to be there for her throughout until the funeral and the cleansing is over.
I stop the car just a few houses away from her grandmother’s house.
“Princess?” I unbuckle the seatbelt off me.
“Are we there yet?” She asks.
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