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She all but charged at me at the end of the hall. I could see her feet pumping, little shoes stomping, running fast to momma. She was still getting used to longer legs and she almost fell with each step, but it was not in vain. Soon, she was in my arms, with love and cuddles, cries of "I missed you, Momma." Even though she had only been at the babysitter's for an hour.
But before I knew it, it was just a memory again and I was left curled up on my bed, grasping for air, trying to feel her sticky fingers tugging at my shirt. Trying to pretend that she was there for ever.
She was shown the proverbial light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. It came in the form of a needle and love. It came fast, hard, it came up through her veins and it was the sweetest living death you could feel. However, she soon found instead of the warmth of those becoming rays she craved she found thick concrete walls, crushing in. Collapsing her veins inside her tender arms and stealing her soul.