At age three, in a secret corner, your small hands danced out magical stories. Things went missing — your sister’s favourite toy, a favourite family photo… your treasures…
Crouching low, I tapped lightly on your whitened knuckles.
“What’ve you got there, darling?”
“I dust wanna look of it,” your lips trembled.
COPYRIGHT: Magz Morgan 2019
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