Stone Circle And I will sing a lullaby

He grew quiet for a moment when asked a question that had only complexity for an answer. He knew a longing, and a grief, and the fear of being left alone again- but that was what he felt when he thought about his mother. He knew he should miss her, but she often came and left him feeling that way.

Glum, he slowly shook his head. ”No. She leaves.” He said, setting his head down on his paws. He couldn’t miss someone who was now only associated with pain. ”Feel…Alone. Not wanted.” He explained quietly.