I've been in mourning for a very long time. After I mourned the loss of my unborn child, I was naïve enough to think I wouldn't have to mourn for another few decades. Boy, was I wrong.
The last time I saw him, it seemed more like my usual premonitions, than something that was actually, physically, happening.
It was Easter, we (many people) had gone off to their separate locations to celebrate with family. I was excited to go to Myrtea (a village where my mother grew up). I hadn't been the...
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