By: Reema S.

I'm applying makeup in my mirror and

look at a picture of my little girl... I love her so much.

Just then I hear her tiny little footsteps

echo against the marble floor.

Her soft, silky curls black as the night

bounce up and down as she squeals with delight.

"Mommy, mommy I have a new one for my collection!"

I look over my shoulder at my own pile of dead bodies.

A wistful smile spreads across my face.

You know what they say: Like Mother, Like Daughter.

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