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“I don’t understand.” said my mom. “Don’t understand what?” i ask. but she brushed me off, she ignored me..it was as if she couldn’t even hear me. “I don’t quite understand why she did it either, but, I am very sorry for your loss Ma’am.” Said a woman in a nurses uniform. Who were they talking about? What loss…? “Sweetie” says my mom to my Step-Dad, “I-I have to go, I can’t look at her like this.” she says with an on-slaught of tears streaming down. Who? “Seriously guys, what happened? Who died?!” I say panicked. Why weren’t they answering me? Why weren’t they looking […]