~Catalina Flores~
Laughter arose as we approached the morning with a rarity called unity.
Joy consumed our surroundings. It's what made the sun glisten brighter.
Joy created the pride for the family she's created that's concealed in the depths of my mother's faultless soul.
Yet, she never noticed the tension behind our smiles hidden by the facade of morningly peace.
We knew when nighttime came there would be no turning back until the morning or maybe until there's mourning.
One would never know until they have received the God given grace to observe his joyous sun.
Before I begin this tale of demise keep in mind to beware of nighttime
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The End Of The Road
Lãng mạnCatalina Flores was told all her life to keep her dress down and her head up. But what happens when her parents who taught her these valuable lessons disappear into thin air? Will she give into her suicidal thoughts or will she hold on until she...
