This morning I went into the bird room to wake everyone for breakfast, and my sweet baby girl was gone.
We spent the evening dancing and playing and talking. She didn't seem sick. She was so happy, and so full of life. Nothing could have prepared me, and her death has hit me harder than the loss of any of the babes I've had.
She was only twelve. There was no reason for this, none at all. I don't know what to do. Nothing has ever felt so empty as the absence of her voice, which has even knocked her raucous siblings into silence. Kraz and Réy don't know where she's gone, and they keep looking for her and calling for her.
I'm so empty.
I'm shattered.
I miss my baby girl.
We spent the evening dancing and playing and talking. She didn't seem sick. She was so happy, and so full of life. Nothing could have prepared me, and her death has hit me harder than the loss of any of the babes I've had.
She was only twelve. There was no reason for this, none at all. I don't know what to do. Nothing has ever felt so empty as the absence of her voice, which has even knocked her raucous siblings into silence. Kraz and Réy don't know where she's gone, and they keep looking for her and calling for her.
I'm so empty.
I'm shattered.
I miss my baby girl.