Freewrites

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My daughter and I drove alonh the familiar road early one morning. I had the radio playing in the background with her favorite station on. She would sing some songs, but for others that she didn't particularly like or didn't know she stayed quiet. The weekly journey that we made gave us a time to catch up and talk. At the end of it, though, we were always solemn and quiet. We always visited the same place, and we did the same thing every week. The road ahead of us seemed to go on forever, but in reality it was quite short. As we parked in the cemetary parking lot, a familiar silence fell between us. It hurt to visit him, my late husband, but my daughter begged me every week to see him. We held hands and walked along the path to hid gravesite. She had a sad smile as she sat down and began to tell him everything that had happened the past week.

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Welp, another sad one. I promise I have happy ones, they're just later on. Like, vote, and comment, please~ Love you all~