mood: bedridden victorian child

papah …… am i going to die ?

pâpâ…………i’m colde ….

will grándmama be there? in the light??

Is it sick of me that I fucking cackle at this post

Father, when I am better, will we go sledding? I do so love the snow. Father, why are you crying? Don’t be sad, father. I can wait for winter. It will be oh so much fun.