A sadness has settled in my heart as surely as the chill of winter has settled upon my world. It invades every corner, consumes every second. She (Anjoy) sits alone in a room with strangers and does not speak. She stares past them through a window that looks out upon a winterscape courtyard, but sees nothing. Everything around her is a constant affirmation that she is hopelessly alone, abandoned.
I ran away today, silently slipped out of her room when no one would notice. I walked faster and faster down the halls until I was running, then out the door into the stinging cold air, gasping and choking on my tears.
"You can't do this to her," a voice screamed inside my head. "She deserves better than this."
She gave life to the one I love, the man I married. She loved me as one of hers when my own flesh and blood forgot I existed.
"You can't do this to her," the voice whimpered, "she's my mother."
10:38 p.m. - 2004-01-25
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