Miller~

She is the light. The one that gives you hope to keep moving forward without getting tired. She became my light who saved me from falling into darkness.

When Violeta died I thought life was not worth living anymore. But I had to live for my daughter. It was hard to keep my own emotions at bay while taking care of Elsie.

Then she came. Young and heartbroken. Whereas the girls of her age goes around living their life, she was there, wrecked.

I wonder how much hardship she must have gone through to be that broken.

That day in the garden she held my daughter, she made her...