No.
My first though was that they were wrong.
How? How could this have happened to the woman with the smile that seemed almost permanent on her beautiful face. The woman who danced around the house to music at all times of the morning as her loving family flittered around her. The woman who was kissed by her adoring husband every time he so much as left the room. The woman whose steady income was more than enough to support the happy family on its own. The woman who was admired by so many. The woman who spent her free time volunteering in the children's hospital. The woman who had lived a blissful 38 years of love and happiness and joy. The woman who saw her parents every weekend and listened to them proudly recount stories of her past achievements. The woman who had recently received a promotion. The woman who had two gorgeous daughters and a wonderful son. The woman who was my mother.
No.
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Red November
Teen Fiction"Being surrounded by too much of the color red can cause an individual to become irritated, agitated and ultimately angry. I couldn't feel anything sitting in the huge church surrounded by bouquets of red roses. Only when my eyes stopped on the blac...
