Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-29369495-20160730163628

"Da-da", "da-da", "da-da", "da-da", her baby was calling her.

She washed her hands quickly and wiped them with a tissue paper. "Coming, sweetie!" "Da-da", "da-da", "da-da", she opens the door of the room. "Da-Da", "Da-Da", she picks her baby up. "How is my little angel?" Angel blinks her eyes and stares into her mother's eyes. "My baby", she hugs her baby. Knock, knock!

"Who's at the door?" She keeps her baby on the bed and goes to open the main door. "Da-da", "da-da".

''Again she has started calling me... '' "Coming baby!" She opens the door, nobody's there. She turn around and shuts it. Was it the wind? "Da-da", "da-da", "da-da".

I should go and wash all the utensils.

She switches on the radio and starts singing. "Da-da", "da-da", "da-da", she can't hear her.

"Da-Da", "Da-Da", "Da-Da", still can't hear.

She keeps on singing and moving her body with the beats while washing the utensils.

The radio stops working and the last "da...da...".

Omg, how can I forget? She runs to her baby's room.

Her baby was on the floor, blood oozing out of her forehead.

She picks up her baby.

A tear rolls down her eye.

Two Days Later...

She was washing her utensils in the kitchen, listening to the radio, sing and dancing.

The radio stops working.

"DA-DA", "DA-DA", "DA-DA", and this sound comes everyday, everytime she washes her utensils. 