The young boys voice was broken and full of pain as he had locked himself in his room. He seemed almost as fragile as a porcelain doll would be. You were his maid and his only trusted person, to which his sobs concerned you even more

You gained access to his room which was dark as he was huddled up underneath his blanket, sobbing into his already tear filled pillow. Why is life punishing me this way.. why is god doing this..