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My six month old cousin was found two days ago. they found her floating face down in the old quarter of new orleans. my aunt and uncle tried for 5 years to have a child, only to have it taken from them in a horrible tragedy. and i sat there after i got the news, trying to decide how i handle that news. then i reached out to the only person in the world i would feel comfortable talking to about it. and she wasn't there for me. and i know i have people to talk to. i love you elise! but, it's not the same. because none of them are her. so i just take it. i go to school, then work, and i go through the motions as if nothing is wrong. but deep inside everything is empty.