The house was big and the chair was comfortable the wall was painted white and his bed was so big I began to suspect he wasn't living alone well cause this bed was to big for me
I heard crying, I checked my child and saw she was the one. So you do cry not so tough after all I carried her up. Why was she crying I tried to feed her but she just turned her face away I tried tickling her but she cried even more. I gave up
I sang for her she reduced the crying but didn't completely stop. I was tired
Alfred caused this I said
As I mentioned Alfred she stopped
Ooh no she was crying because of her dad I'm doomed how will I cope ?
Alfred you bastard I'm suffering because of you
She began to smile
I became more angry the name Alfred made her happy. I laid down on the coach and slept off I tried to sleep but every time I did she cried
How I'm I gonna sleep if she keeps crying every time.
I record me saying Alfred so she will stop crying but that meant I had to his annoying name this girl was torturing me has little as she was but I had to stop the tears I already tried everything that was my only option even though I didn't want to hear is name again
That was one of the many sacrifices I had to make as a mother