Finally I had arrived and saw mum lying on the floor. And something dark red comes spreading from mum's mouth. That definitely isn't blood, it isn't. It definitely isn't. It can just be some soup mum tried and when she fell she accidentally spitted it out. But my body doesn't really feel like it believes me and made me drop into my knees.
I tried to stay calm and not unleash a tear but suddenly I felt like I was about to cry, I tried to hold it but I couldn't. A tear dropped onto my mum's gown and another and another. It kept on going that I couldn't even see what's going on around me.
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A Little to Live for
Короткий рассказIt 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'...
