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Submitted to Contest #294
She drew her hand up and pressed a finger to her lips as if to say, shhh. As if she knew I did not actually have the words, but would butcher a response anyway. Death is a dance we all are learning, but we must never ever try to explain it to someone. Words cannot do that. I nodded somberly and dabbed my mother's face with the sleeve of my suite. I straightened up and lifted my chin. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, I pleaded with myself. My mother knew many things though she had not been told them. She knew when I noticed her tears I ...
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