But the same couldn't go for Mrs. Stanley herself.
She died the following week.
She had high blood pressure and died from a stroke.
I knew what that meant.
Bright red and yellows lights swirled over and over outside the apartments.
Everyone from the people on the corners to people who lived in the apartment, went outside to see the commotion.
That's where I saw Mrs. Stanley on a stretcher.
A blanket covered her face but I saw the silky, white hair of hers flow outside the blanket.
I went to my room and cried.
I was alone.
There was no one for me.
My dad didn't care.
My mom wasn't here.
I was alone.
Again.
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