It must be so different for you, to be uprooted and moved around and to lose your home. I miss her too though. And when I almost pick up the phone to call her every other day it kicks me in the face that she's gone. I just want to hear her voice. When I'm sick I want her advice, when I'm lonely, I just want her encouragement. When I look in the mirror I see her features, and its hard so hard to try and forget all the things that happened in April. All the things we all had to see and experience, but somehow I'm starting to be okay, and I hope you are too
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