Chapter 11: A Glimpse of the Past

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Emily's tears eventually subsided, leaving her feeling drained and exhausted. She lay on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, her mind still racing with thoughts of her mom.

As she lay there, Emily's thoughts began to drift back to the past, to happier times when her mom was still alive. She remembered the way her mom used to make her laugh, the way she used to braid her hair, the way she used to read her stories before bed.

Emily's eyes welled up with tears again as she remembered the last time her mom had read to her. It was a few weeks before she died, and Emily had been feeling particularly down. Her mom had sat with her on the couch, holding her close as she read from Emily's favorite book.

As Emily remembered that moment, she felt a pang of sadness. She missed her mom so much, missed the way she used to make her feel safe and loved.

Emily's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her dad knocking on her door. "Hey, kiddo, are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle.

Emily didn't respond, didn't want to talk to him. She felt like he was intruding on her memories, like he was trying to take away the one thing she had left of her mom.

Her dad hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked away. Emily felt a surge of guilt, knew that she was being unfair to him. But she couldn't help it, couldn't help the way she felt.

As the silence stretched out, Emily realized that she needed to find a way to deal with her grief. She couldn't keep pushing her dad away, couldn't keep living in the past.

With a newfound determination, Emily got out of bed and began to pace around her room. She needed to find a way to move forward, to find a way to heal. But for now, she just didn't know how.

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