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Mother Tongue

Mother Tongue

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It has been six years since his mother has passed and taken every ounce of happiness away with her. Surely, Felix is ready to let go, right? There is one issue though, he can no longer remember the language his mother had taught him. Maybe to move on is to hold on and never to let go, yet us humans misunderstand under the effect of grief. Even old scars sting with phantom pain. ❀ {This story is purely fiction, any of the topics discussed within are based off of imagination or experience. The characters in this story belong to the author. Cover credits go to their rightful owners (extracted from Pinterest)} Ⓒ junnieswritingdiary
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I lost my mom at 11, that's when it started. My dad became a drunk and I was left to take care of my 3-month-old baby sister. Now I'm 23, graduated a few years ago and my sister, now 12, can understand what happened. She never fully understood when I needed someone to and I didn't have many friends that stuck around afterwards. Until I met him. We were friends first, then the feelings got deeper. He asked me to be his girlfriend. He was my first kiss, first date, first real friend, first love, everything. I loved him and I do. I've said it. Now all we do is fight. I don't know why we can't figure things out, but I can't take this fighting. I just want things to go back to the way things were. The way we used to be... Happy, carefree teens that pretended we had the whole world figured out.

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