Yellow daffodils

Walking back towards the large, white house Freya called home, she was suddenly hit with a feeling of dread. Using her frail hand to turn the cold handle, she slowly crept into her home. Freya could immediately hear her mother upstairs, crying. The reality of what had happened had not yet hit Freya.

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This is a short story I created for my English portfolio. It's Nat 5 level. Let me know what you think about it.