I remember the last day I seen you.
I was 38 weeks pregnant.
It was a gloomy day.
For the past couple of weeks you were making me so angry.
I didn’t understand why.
Not knowing you would soon be leaving me.
You asked for Lorey’s for breakfast; they were closed, so I went to huddle house instead.
I was suppose to take my maternity pictures that day.
I just took my final picture with you.
You were so happy about your granddaughter, you could see it all over your face.
You were happy I wasn’t upset with you, I could never not talk to you for a long period of time.
Had I known that day would be my last day with you, I would have stayed a little longer.