I look and look even more. That's when I saw a lady suddenly collapse onto the floor. I took an even closer look, by using my hands like binoculars to where the lady collapse... Wait, that's not only a lady... It's my mum. Oh no. I quickly climb down the lady's shoulders.
"Thanks madam" I politely thank her. And started running to the direction where my mum collapsed.
"Oh please mum, please, you're not dead, oh please," I say, softly. To make sure no one will hear me. That's when tears started to drop down onto my dirty, smooth face. Don't cry Helen, don't. I wiped the tears off before anyone saw another drop.
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A Little to Live for
Historia CortaIt is year 1930, and I was in my bedroom looking at the window, alone. Just alone. While watching kids and adults walking around with cardboard in front of them with writing on it. I can't clearly see what's written on it. But let's just say, there'...
