Wake up! You look so peaceful sleeping on my sister’s lap with the soft breeze playing with your hair. A soother has replaced my breast. Do you still search for my breasts? The warmth of my body? My smell? Do you still reach for my face? Death has not stopped the unbearable pain in my breasts full of milk for you. Did you feel the thud of the bullets hitting my body? Could you smell my blood? Did you scream at the unfairness of it all? Did you scream to try and tie down my spirit so that sheer guild would stop it leaving my body? I am sorry to leave you like this, unprotected, only four months into your life. I yearn to hold you close one time. I hope deep down in your heart you always remember how much I love you.
Sarala
