A few minutes later I was awoken by someone banging on my front door. With the little strength I had I rushed to the door and swung it open. My sister throw herself on me, we both fell to the floor crying. Her make-up was all washed out, her hair in a bad condition like as if she was attacked, she was not fully dressed. I knew she was all broken down like I was because she's all about looking her best.
We sat there after we felt like all our tears had dried up, we didn't know what else to do.
We stared at each other for minutes.
My cell phone began to vibrate in my denim jeans pocket. I looked at the screen and saw it was my ex-husband.
I shut my eyes and answered it. He was sobbing, not long after I started crying again and told him come over. I knew he won't be able to deal with the pain alone, after all it was his daughter too.
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The Hurt I Feel Inside.
Historia CortaThis story is about a woman and her ex-husband who lost their only daughter. Because of their loss it brought them closer together.
