Literature
Esme 15: The Hazards of Love
I was in a numb haze as I meandered around town--it was cold and it was dark and I couldnt quite remember how Id gotten here. All I could think of was my son, my son--Id lost him--I had to find him. He had to be here! I couldnt live without him! What was I anymore if I wasnt a mother?
Without thinking, I stumbled out of the city limits, clutching my jacket closely around myself, trying to keep the biting wind away. My caramel hair blew in my face and eyes, temporarily blinding me. My gray eyes searched for him--the soft peachy skin, the pudgy hands, the tiny feet. The fuzzy brown hair and soft brown eyes. Where