2 Works by altheoo
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I always wondered, why I do not cry and wail as my peers did when one was buried in front of their eyes.
Is it because I do not love them enough to grieve, or simply because I do not know how?
I'm ashamed of myself for that, yes.
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Suddenly it was quiet, I could see the disbelief on my stepmom's face as she stares at my older sister's right arm. They seemed to be covered with red strings that buried deep into her skin. Some almost matched with her tan skin and some were deep red.
I stared at the commotion happening Infront of me and my siblings. My dad was yelling stuff I couldn't hear. Tears welled up in my stepmom's eyes.
If I stared close enough I could see the rare crystal tears collecting itself in my sister's eyes too.
Today was supposed to be a good day.