After my dad run away from home my mom entered in a state of depression.Everything she had lived for had fallen apart. She did care for us, the moments that we spent together were nostalgic and sometimes fun...me and my brother would always sit beside her and listen to all her stories, her favourite was when she met our father.
She used to say that when we look for something important we won't find her in the beautiful places under the sunset but in the places we don't even imagine.
Her depression gradually get worse until the day when she decided to kill herself ...I didn't knew of anything.It was a normal day I was coming from school when I passed the same river I always do and then when I look up I see my brother trying to save my mom that was falling of the bridge.There was nothing the doctors could do my mom died and my brother too trying to save her.
Since that day I didn't trust anyone and my heart turned into dust that could never be able to fix himself ever again.
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8th Street
Cerita PendekThis is a short story I made when I was sick :) I know it's very, very random.....hope you like it!
