Time Let Go

Time Let Go

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"Dad what are you doing?" I ask. "Dad?" he asks. He looks a bit confused but forgets the thought. I see he looks sad. She was the love of his life after all. "Well, i'm looking at the pictures of you, mom, and I." "oh... okay." I feel a wave of sadness wash over me. I feel as if I am drowning. I am drowning in my own unhappiness, my own pity, my own sadness. "Hey, it's gonna be okay." Dad says trying to reassure me. But I can see it in his eyes, he is drowning to. That year Sawyer's life is altered. Her mother is sick, intensely. She is lost in her own world and can't find an escape. To her and her Dad it seems to look like the end until the piles of notes in sawyers locker start multiplying can these notes bring sawyer and her dad out of complete darkness. Will the time her mother let go be demented forever? But with joy. JENNA DESIGNED MY COVER @jenna_greiff
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