Hushed Willows Are you coming home.

He turned to look down at her, startled at how forward she was. The deep aching inside his heart grew and he wondered how to tell a child her momma wasn't going to come home. "sometimes during fights we get hurt. Your Momma..she was hurt really bad. Nobody can find her" his voice cracked and he shifted until she was pressed against his side. "Sometimes when we get hurt too bad or get too sick, we can't get better and we go to sleep. Except this sleep is forever" he felt horrible, having to try and explain death to such a young child.