judith,
i raised my head, half-expecting that i will be able to see the judith who i knew before she fell into depression but it wasn't you. it was my father.
"it's going to be alright," he cooed.
"papa, i killed auntie" i said as another round of tears fell to my eyes. "i could've changed her, papa. and it hurts. i feel so empty. papa, what am i feeling? i think the other part of me is dead." i heaved.
my father rubbed his eyes as if he wanted to look strong when it is pretty obvious that he was flicking a tear out of his eyes.
"papa, it hurts. i killed auntie!" i was hysterical!
my father told me to be thankful that you gave us such a blessing but something stirred inside me. it feels so hot in my stomach up to my lungs and i knew that i've now mended anger and guilt.
a lump in my throat while something was burning inside me.
how would i be thankful if the exchange of all this is your goddamn life?!
lovingly yours,
tori
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Judith [small caps intended]
Sachbücher"no, i can't smile," i said . "why?" my mom asked. "because she's dead and it's all my fault." [BASED ON A TRUE STORY] [Spiritual #937] 1/25/14 [Spiritual #933] 1/26/14 Judith on Goodreads : https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22397633-judith