3 short months

Sad eyes look up at me, pleading: “Please don’t leave me, Mum” 3 months ago, she was still 3 A soft bottom lip starts to quiver: “I’m scared, Mum” 3 months ago, she was still 3  Tiny hands desperately grab: “I’m not ready to leave you, Mum” 3 months ago, she was still 3 Strong…