Empty
by Leni Ba


She still cannot understand why is this happening.

Her two little boys, different as day and night and yet she loves each the same. A mother's love is unique, everybody says, and yet now she's a mother without children. What is she?

She feels... empty. Her fondest wishes were hidden in her sons' futures and now...

She lets her husband hug her. She lets him whisper of vengeance and justice. There will be a time to run, she knows. There will be a time for fear and hiding and watching their backs. But now...

Now is the time to cry.


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