Florence
It's been really hard keeping all of this lowkey, I can't even stand the songs of service for my own father, I didn't want to tell anyone about the fight my father and I had before he died , I still cannot believe my last words to my father was " thank you for all you scorn and hatred,just so you know it's mutual " and I slammed the door
"Florence ! Florence ! " I heard him call my name and cough in between, I didn't bother to turn back or answer , I just drove my car and went home. The saddest part, I can't even remember the cause of the fight, just so stupid, he was never even angry with me, I was just dumb and stupid. The part that hurts the most is that I never got to reconcile what him before he died. This thoughts crossed my head as I walked into the Frico 99 auditorium where the songs of service was to be held. I felt a tear dropped, I brought out my handkerchief from my Gucci designer purse and wiped it. I did not want to look up but then I felt someone hold me, it was my mum.
"Are you okay darling ?" She asked
"I should be asking you, I am okay, I hope you are however "
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The Final Race
Random✖️✖✖️ People have died Trends have been discovered Friends have been lost Three sisters , three teenagers After the death of their grandfather Embark on the journey destined for them Will they win or lose The Final Race ? ✖️✖️✖️
