[ I deserve it. I deserve it. I deserve it. The horrible thought festers like a choking, drowning fear. All the things she has done. All the things she has not. Death is surely all she deserves and will continue to deserve.
But -
She never would get to hold her children, one last time.
And the thought cuts like ice. Welling in the back of her throat. She was a miserable mother, she knows, but she loved her children so fiercely.
So with a shaking hand, she does what the woman asks, to hold onto that thought. To hold onto the hand that is offered to her. Wrapping her fingers tightly and let herself be pulled up to her feet. ]
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But -
She never would get to hold her children, one last time.
And the thought cuts like ice. Welling in the back of her throat. She was a miserable mother, she knows, but she loved her children so fiercely.
So with a shaking hand, she does what the woman asks, to hold onto that thought. To hold onto the hand that is offered to her. Wrapping her fingers tightly and let herself be pulled up to her feet. ]