poor, poor pitiful her
"my hand is shaking, my heart is aching it's really hard to breathe. i don't know what is going on with me"
i embraced her shivering body and whispered,
"it's alright, honey. you're going to be just fine. just fine, honey".
i realise that she's too young to feel this awkward pain. she barely understands the fight, and yet she needs to bear the misery. "keep calm, honey. keep yourself calm"
i wish i could steal away her pain and let her enjoy a free-spirited youthful.
oh how i wish.
wore: desigual dress, vintage jacket, sportsgirl turban