Mother was talking on the phone. She must have thought her little girl playing on the floor too young to understand or hear.
“I feel as if something’s missing. A void I cannot fill,” tears covered mother’s cheeks.
Little girl stood up and hugged mother’s legs. A hand reached down to push her away, the wrist revealing scars. Little girl obediently sat back to her play.
“I cannot find myself in my life,” mother continued to the receiver.
Little girl observed mother. She also wanted to cry, but was too afraid.
“I have nothing to live for,” she heard.