The day of grief had arrived.
The. Funeral.
I was so overwhelmed.
I didn't know what to do without my mother. She was my guidance, my angel, my mother.
I was still a little girl inside. Tears sprouted in my eyes, red from all of the crying. Everyone my mother knew had attended the funeral. Except my father.
We have come to grieve for the beautiful lady Carla Henderson's death at the age of 42.
"Too, wonderful to die." An old woman in the crowd murmured.
Her will is written here, it is addressed to her dear husband and daughter phoebe.
Me! But... Why?
Sorry this si really short I haven't got the time to update it.
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DEAF AND DEATH
Mystery / ThrillerI cried into my arms feeling all the commotion of sirens and trucks surrounding me. "What was going on?" I wanted to scream out. But. I. Couldn't.
