It's 11:53 p.m. The clock is stuck at 11:53 p.m., and my whole world pauses.
"Anna, my love!" he cried out, his voice breaking. I felt his teardrop on my hand. Desperation surged through me; I wanted to reach out to him, but my body wouldn't obey. I heard my daughter calling, "Mama, wake up! Mama, Dad is crying," but I couldn't respond. I longed to hold her close, to comfort her in my feather, but I was trapped in this unyielding stillness. The helplessness is unbearable. Oh, I can't stand to see them like this.......
Anna died. I struggle to accept that Anna is leaving from the Earth where she cherished thirty three years of her life, beach where she spent countless hours of her life, family which she like above all else. Me with whom she rediscovered her inner child again. Jette that's where her motherly love lies. She leaves us. She left us. Oh I can't see the pale face her......
The harsh reality is that we cannot see each other again. I'm leaving my husband, my darling. I curse myself for leaving my husband and my child so early. Numerous questions swirl in my mind about how they will live without me, how they will overcome this trauma. With these questions and confusions, my soul departs from my body.
In that moment, I come to understand the true inner mystery of the soul, while my family members prepare for my funeral. Ryan, my younger brother my eldest son cry out as loudly as he can. My parents, who taught me right from wrong and shaped who I am today, weep. My mother cries, asking God why He took me instead of her. I long to hug my mom, but I cannot...
My body is taken to the graveyard. With prayers, everyone bids me farewell.
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Seven Minutes After I Die
Детективи / ТрилерAt 11:53 p.m., time stood still for Anna's family. Her sudden departure leaves them shattered-her husband's desperate cries, their daughter's innocent plea, and the unbearable silence that follows. Trapped in grief's unyielding grip, they navigate a...
