Your life could be perfect, then BAM! a minute later everything's gone, and your life is a living hell.
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"Daddy?"
"Yeah?"
"Why is your hair so colorful all the time?"
"Well, Miss Spencer Clifford, I like it this way. Don't you?"
"Oh yes. Daddy! You're hair is never boring!"
I smiled at the thought of my husband's new hair color. It was purple and blue. I can't believe that I'm married to Michael Clifford, and we had two children together, Spencer and Kaleb. Spencer was four years old, and Kaleb was only eight months old. Sure we didn't come together for good reasons, but we love each other.
"What are you thinking of, Grace?" Michael asked breaking my train of thought.
"You," I answered.
He smiled and got up from his seat by Spencer. He walked over to me and kissed me passionately.
"Ew!" Spencer yelled funning from the room.
I giggled against his lips.
"I love you, Graciela Cadence Adamms Clifford," he whispered.
"I love you Michael Gordon Clifford," I whispered back.
"Ug! Don't use my middle name!" he cried.
"Then what was I supposed to say?" I retorted. "Spencer, it's time to go!"
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I'm taking Spencer and Kaleb to the doctor's for a checkup," I told him.
"Alright," he replied.
"See you later, babe," I said removing Kaleb from his playpen.
"Okay, see you," he said before pecking my lips.
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It's been three hours since Grace left with our kids. It doesn't take that long to get a checkup does it? I turned off the game and turned on the news just in case.
"My name is Karen Law and I'm here at Providence Children's Hospital where a shooting occurred only an hour ago. Suspected shooter, Peter Stage, came into the waiting room and opened fire killing four people, Faith Notes, William Herbert, Graciela Clifford, and Kaleb Clifford, and wounding two people, Spencer Clifford and Emma Payne. Peter Stage killed himself with his last bullet. I'm Karen Law for KAT news."
No, no, no, it can't be. My wife and son cannot be dead! This is fake! I'm dreaming! I have to be, this isn't real!
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authors note:
poor Michael!
love y'all!
