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Post by Scarheart on Dec 4, 2011 18:52:47 GMT -6
“Daddy… What are stars for?” “Stars are made from people who have died. When you die, your soul rises up in the air and becomes a pretty star.” “But why do we die?” Brooklyn asked, as she rested her cheek on his chest. “Because they need more stars in the sky, and sometimes there are to many stars, so you come back as another person.” “Really? Wow! Is mom and Charlie up there?” “Of coarse.” “I bet momma is that really big pretty star! And Charlie is the star right next to her!” “I bet you’re right. Mom was really pretty…” “Promise you’ll come home?” “Of coarse, we pinky swore, remember?" “Okay… I love you, daddy…” “I love you too, Brooklyn. Goodnight, my brave little soldier.”
This is a little story I'm writing called My Brave Little Soldier. It's about a young soldier who is caring for a four-year-old daughter who becomes diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia. It's the kind of story that makes you think twice about life. I even started to cry while writing the rough draft for the final chapter, I'm serious. It's not complete yet. I will be working on the good drafts as the series goes on... It begins here...www.wattpad.com/2579357-my-brave-little-soldier-inside-coverIf you have a wattpad account, please feel free to vote, add, comment or become a fan. Enjoy.
AceofYourHearts
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