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I write, not because I want to, but because I need to. Otherwise, these flurrying thoughts in my mind won't leave me alone.


May 24, 2020

The funeral procession had just ended and we'd all returned home with damp eyes, empty hearts and exhaustion taking over. Dad and Sal proceeded to start on lunch but I stayed seated at the doorway, unable to go in. It was a beautiful day, with sunlight streaking in, but not even the warmth could undo the numbness. So I stayed out for hours, thinking how everything was perfect just a week ago. It was nighttime when dad called me in but I couldn't move, I couldn't step in the house, because it would still smell like her.


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  • Priyanka22

    Thank you for your lovely comments!

    6 months ago
  • CrazyNinjaKid

    Wow that is gorgeous!

    6 months ago
  • Ahsan Nizaam

    It's beautiful. You let is guess that the mother is gone at the beginning but purposely stays from confirming it on the last line. Your work is beautiful to say the least. I like your message btw. Very relatable

    6 months ago