LiliArcher

The house seemed so dark, gloomy, cold. Empty. The asian/caucasian woman let a heavy sigh pass her lips as she settled on the threadbare couch, leaning her head back as her teal eyes gazed at the ceiling; that’d been painted black with silver dots to resemble the stars. A tear formed and fell; So very long ago… “Mama?” Lian’s head turned to see the small five year old, holding her teddy close while looking up at her mother. Frowning, she took a few steps forward and held her hand out, taking Lian’s. “Yes, habibti?” “Why are you crying? Are you hurt?” Chuckling softly at that,