when you meet someone only one time, you remember them the way they were that day. and one evening there was a woman who showed up to the scene of a fiery crash on our road crying, asking if her baby was going to be okay. i guess her kid was involved. i stood and watched them pull a baby out of the car. it hardly had a scratch on it. the woman held it in her arms, crying even louder before they took it to the hospital to get it checked. and i'll never forget the look on her face. because i know how she must have felt. like she'd taken things for granted. like she'd lost something very important. except she was given the importance back, so she was relief.
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Teen Fictionif you aren't careful, you might just let your emotions c o n s u m e you.
