BurntToast

Maria

Her hair was the color of squid ink, and sometimes on long weary days it formed into a bush like state. He remembered when he would come home to her sweet smile, or when her toys were scattered around in messy piles from her attempting to clean the room. Those were the days he missed the most. She was only about two weeks away from her 10th birthday when she didn’t come home from school. The rain poured so hard that day that the streets were flooded by noon.