Under my um
What a simple sentiment that people would often disregard. You can stand under my umbrella. When life rains down nothing but pain and disappointment, I will shield you in whatever way I can.
And then she fell. Face down in the muddy water, her face brown with dirt and mold. She didn’t move for at least an hour. Just lying there taking it all in. How did I get here, she said. How did I start off so high and end up so low. Then she giggled.