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Dear,
Tommy Williams
Today I didn't go to school because my sister got hospitalized because she fainted at work today, again. She laid in bed, in a white clinic gown. Her red hair tied back in a low pony tail, her skinny pale hands were at her sides. She had needles everywhere. She looked like a ghost. It terrified me.
I sat next to dad, today is the first time I have seen him since three months, the only communication between him and I is Facebook, Skype, or to sum it all up any social media.
This situation is so awkward between us. We haven't even shared any words so far after two hours here. He was the one who actually called me and informed be about Caroline, and as soon as possible I came from the apartment to the hospital.
I had a thick book in hand, pride and prejudice by Jane Austin.
I had my pointer finger between the page I was reading and the following. I rubbed my tired eyes with the tips of my fingers from the left hand.
I guess they only way I knew this was real and not just some fantasy was the breaths both father, Caroline and I shared in the room. Caroline's weaken chest slowly raised when she would inhale air from her cannula, the only possible way she would take in air and then so carelessly her chest went down as she exhaled air. And that's all she did. She didn't bother waking up to greet us. Does she really hate me, did she really meant what she had told me of wasting her time with me?
I hope she gets more that what she has left.
I hope.
Yours truly,
Sky✉
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