My daughter saw me getting dry skin of my shoulder after a bad sun burn.
She asked,"Can I keep your skin flakes and put them in a jar, so when you die, I can make a mommy mask to remember you always?"
To this day, everytime I remember that line, I shiver.
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Horror Stories.
Short StoryThis book is for you to stay up all night, afraid that the thin little lady will crawl to you under the duvets. Welcome to the world of horror. #18 in short stories. Vote/commemt/follow.
