Pieces of her soul
Erinma gathered the letters from the big jar. She was perplexed and didn't know what to do with the turmoil that was rising inside of her, she could feel it from the pit of her stomach, like phlegm mixed with bile. Erinma had wished she was someone else but she was still the person she was ten years ago; The little girl with teary eyes, drenched in rain, scared and anxious, the one who clutched the pieces of her mother to her soul. "Not again!!" Erinma shouted. She didn't like the person she's become; addicted to that glass jar where she keeps all the letters she writes to mama as though she were still alive. "Mama deserved better," she tried to convince herself. "Mama had done everything in her power to raise me, she provided everything i needed, she doesn't deserve to die!!" Erinma shouted on top of her lungs. She fought back the tears but they came on anyways, bursting out of her like a fierce and unexpected storm over the ocean. As li...