Hushed Willows now she's in me and i can't let her go

Hardship, she says gently as she holds her ground. She is walking a fine line, and its treading thinner the longer she stays.  

I dont have a mom, either.  Or a dad.  Or brothers and sisters.  Maybe she does, out there somewhere, but she can't remember them and that's essentially the same thing. It hurts.  I went through it alone.  I know you have Mali, but. 

She sucks in a breath as she gathers herself.  She can't cry here in front of the girl she is supposed to be comforting.  If you wanted, you could have me, too.