July 23rd, Saturday:

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You never came back. You said you would. Dad said you would. Ollie said you would. Why did you lie to me? All of you did. I was afraid, Mom. I sought to think of all the reasons why you left. You could've pained me so much less by just strolling out the doorway and never speaking to us again. And you did, but little did we know that you had more than that planned. You had not just left us, you had left the world. The day you turned on us all the earth had seemed to wail and quake with uneasiness. I remember that after you had left Dad withdrew to his room and Ollie told me not to worry. The next day we had the news on the television and I was only following for the weather, however, something caught my eye:

"December 25th, suicide was reported by the Phoenix Police Department. It was claimed that a 40-year-old woman had flung herself off a 4-story building. Only 50% of these cases can endure a 4-story fall which is 48 feet." My mother, Diana Florez, was not one of those fortunate people in that 50%. I remember seeing films and shows before the incident and I thought it was so ridiculous how climactic people were when someone died. They would lay in bed for days because they couldn't accept what had happened. Life seemed to crumble around them and they gradually became isolated. After that day, the day you left, I finally understood what it felt like to go through that same hell. 

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