By: Reema S.
I'm applying makeup in my mirror and
look at a picture of my little girl... I love her so much.
Just then I hear her tiny little footsteps
echo against the marble floor.
Her soft, silky curls black as the night
bounce up and down as she squeals with delight.
"Mommy, mommy I have a new one for my collection!"
I look over my shoulder at my own pile of dead bodies.
A wistful smile spreads across my face.
You know what they say: Like Mother, Like Daughter.
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