How to stop the puppy crying

I’ve been told I’ve made a mistake, but I’m not really sure what to think.

The baby has been crying for about five minutes.

I ask why it is that she is crying and what she wants, and she says she wants to know why she’s crying.

She doesn’t say anything about her own mother.

I think she wants some peace, but then she starts crying again.

I say she’s not really a puppy.

Is this because she’s a baby?

Or because she doesn’t want to know what is going on in her mother’s life?

She looks up at me and asks, “Mommy, can I go home?”

I tell her no, because it is too late.

The mother is dead.

I have never seen a puppy cry so deeply.

My mind goes blank, but tears come.

What does she want? She doesn´t say anything.

I get up from my chair and go to the nursery.

The nurse is there, and the puppy has gone home, and there are no more crying.

There are only a few other people there, so I walk back to the living room.

There is no sign of the mother.

There has been a baby.

 The next morning I go back to work.

The other people have been there since the previous morning, but there is no one else around.

I try to get in touch with them, but it doesn’t seem to have worked.

What has happened to me?

I try asking my mother.

She says that the baby has had no contact with her since she has been born.

I am not sure what happened to her, but what could have happened?

It is a difficult time for me to understand.

I do not want to think about it, but my head is pounding.

I go into the nursery, and suddenly I hear a baby crying.

I look up at the window and see that it is not the mother anymore.

There must have been a mistake.

It is still difficult to comprehend what has happened, because I have no memory of the day before, and my memory is very limited.

The first thing I think about is my mother, who is still there.

The thought of her is frightening.

I can only imagine the pain that she must be in right now.

I cannot help but think that I am still carrying her burden, that she may never be able to move on.

I don´t want to talk about her, because that would mean losing her.

I know that she wants me to find her.

I sit in the dark, in the nursery waiting for her to come back.

I go to her room, and when I open the door I feel like I have left her.

Then I sit in front of her bed and cry.

It is hard to sleep.

After a while, I hear the mother crying again, and I start to think, I wonder if my mother is still alive?

My mother has been dead for three weeks.

She is still here.

I see that she has started crying.

The next day I go outside and I hear her crying again again.

As I go inside I see her again, but the way she looks at me is different.

I realise she is still crying.

Now I know what has really happened.

I wonder what happened.

My mother is in her bedroom, but she has stopped crying.

We have to wait for her.

The next morning, I sit down in the living area.

I wait until the mother is gone.

She has come out of the room, but now I know she is dead, too.

There is no way I am going to find my mother in that room, so it is very important that I find her now.

The door is open, but no one is in the room.

I tell the nurse that I think I am lost and I cannot get anywhere.

I start crying.

What happened to my mother?

I tell her I don’t want any more questions.

I will go back home.

“What happened to your mother?”

She looks me in the eye and says, “She is dead.”

I tell my mother I will come and find her, and then she looks back at me with a look of horror.

She has just killed my mother!

I don`t know how to respond.

She tells me I can come and ask her questions.

But I know her, so she can’t.

She starts crying even louder and more often.

It seems she is just as upset as me.

I call my mother and say that I will not answer any questions.


Can I come home?

I say.

Is she alive?

She asks.

I answer.

Can she still see me?

“I can still see you.

She still sees you.

I just don´T know what to do now.”

She looks me straight in the eyes and says to me, “I can see you,