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my great aunt marilyn died this morning.
its the first time ive seen my mom cry in about 12 years. it made me think. i dont kno what about, but i just got quite for what seemed to be forever. when she saw me looking at her with a questioning look in my eye, and she went to her room. just like a little girl. i felt like i was a character in a book. it didnt seem real. i didnt kno how to help her but amazingly, i knew exactly what to do, as if its happened before and i was doing a rutein. i went to my room and sat on my bed and talked to stacy. in a low whisper, and acted as if nothing was wrong at all. i think i do that more and more these days, i figure maybe if i pretend theres nothing wrong, the bad will just go away.
my feelings not yours,
love.
its the first time ive seen my mom cry in about 12 years. it made me think. i dont kno what about, but i just got quite for what seemed to be forever. when she saw me looking at her with a questioning look in my eye, and she went to her room. just like a little girl. i felt like i was a character in a book. it didnt seem real. i didnt kno how to help her but amazingly, i knew exactly what to do, as if its happened before and i was doing a rutein. i went to my room and sat on my bed and talked to stacy. in a low whisper, and acted as if nothing was wrong at all. i think i do that more and more these days, i figure maybe if i pretend theres nothing wrong, the bad will just go away.
my feelings not yours,
love.