" Lurking In The Shadows"

" Lurking In The Shadows"

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Carla, a college student, was planning a trip along with her friends for the upcoming spring break. they decided to go to Miami Florida beach to get away from their current worries. it was all ruined when I got an unexpected call. it was my uncle. he said that my father was on his deathbed, that I was to immediately come home. and I said yes uncle I will be on the plane tonight and I will be there by morning and my uncle said ok my child I will see you then. after I hung up with my uncle I begin to hurry and pack. with tears coming down my cheek. hoping to see my papa for one last time before he passes I prayed. I got to the airport about 9 pm that night I boarded the plane and sat down in my chair. with tears still coming down my cheeks thinking back to the good old day that I had with my papa as I cried my self to sleep.
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