Still hating you who has let me go.My frigiely cooled heart is still Missing You.  New author here. Just a short one-shot. Hue hue.  Foreword“Mommy, are you ready?” a four-year old asked her mother, kicking the fallen leaves on the floor with her brown leather sandals.The mother smiled at her daughter, caressing her rosy pink cheeks,” yes I am Stephie. Are you ready to visit daddy now?” The girl nodded her head eagerly, slipping her hands into her mother’s before heading to the grave.