I'd been walking alone for as long as I could remember. Struggling to put one foot in front of the other for most of my life. Battling to keep going although I had nothing to drive my efforts. As I walked on though the harshness of the streets. I caught a glimpse of my reflection through a shop window. There I stood, icy blue eyes, damp, knotted hair, pale lifeless skin. I looked like death. …showed first 75 words of 2167 total…

…showed last 75 words of 2167 total…close to my heart. It hurt so bad. The pain was killing me. I wanted to hold on. I couldn't let go. Then a hand touched me gently on the shoulder. It was time to say goodbye. I gently kissed the photo and dropped it into my baby's grave. As I began to cry I looked at her coffin for the last time before softly whispering my goodbyes. "Sleep well my baby. Never stop Dreaming".