It was Mama. She could hold back her tears no longer.
"Mama, look," she sobbed, pointing a finger to her stained bedsheet. She wanted to hug her mother, but she could feel the wetness on her backside and just knew that if she moved she would speed up the process of her death.
"Mama, look," she sobbed, pointing a finger to her stained bedsheet. She wanted to hug her mother, but she could feel the wetness on her backside and just knew that if she moved she would speed up the process of her death.
