• I was 13 when my baby brother died, I was only 14 when my father died from spanish influenza, I was just 15 this year, and my sister died from lukemia...

    I walked out into the sun, when my brother died, I walked out into wind when my father died, but when my sister died I walked with great sarrow, and anguish, into the pouring rain.. I screamed my lungs out, and sat in the medow for what seemed like centuaries... my mother had to eventually come and find me... She never did... I remember walking home, soaking wet and looking at her, crying... I asked what was wrong and she just looked at me. When her eyes cleared up, she was able to see me clearly. She screamed with joy, and wraped her arms around me. She told me that she thought I was dead...And that I had been gone for 2 days. I cried for a hour with her. And we eventually went out side and when it started raining again.... We started crying again... We couldn't tell if it was tears or rain on our face.... We were crying rain.....

    THE END?


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