Giving the boy up

She was fluttering and dancing in the world again. That was good but they had made her give up the boy to do so. It was so hard and it made her so sad to send him away but he had never belonged to her. She had snatched him out of a whirlpool, because he was so broken and so sad, but he wasn’t her child. He belonged to another and although it terrified her to send this hurt little child, she had cradled, back to him, she no choice. It would have killed her to keep him. She only hoped he would care for him and not just keep him locked away in the dark, where he had been when she found him.

A piece of heart felt broken though. He had been the same age as her real child when she meet him, and she loved him like he was her own.

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