Whenever I remember Dede, I would sit alone in my room, stifling my sobs with my pillow. I would think of him until my heart ached, knowing that he is gone. Dede came to live with us seven years ago. He was a little boy around my age—eight years old—who had eyes so wide they […]
my parents adopted him just so they could harvest his heart for me.
Loved this bit of fiction so much that I had to share it. Hope it is enjoyed by someone else as much as I.
Good2begone 