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Submitted to Contest #11
"Mommy, why are we here?” she asked again. She had asked that question so many times that I lost count a long time ago, but this time she added something new. “I miss Daddy.” I knew, she was too young to understand, yet my heart still shattered into what felt like a million pieces. All I could do was reach out and take her in my arms as warm tears started rolling down my cheeks. It was at that point that her older brother walked into the room, putting on a sweater to ward off the cold in the old apartment. “Stop talking about him, Lulu,” he ...
Submitted to Contest #10
The computer started off in my office. It was one of those open rooms that are connected to the living room to kind of extend both rooms, but not really. I kept all of my books in there, as well as the desktop computer that had followed me my whole writing career. It was a wonder it hadn’t broken down yet. The office used to be the perfect spot for me to write. It had just enough light and a wonderful view of the backyard garden that had survived the previous tenant of my small rented house. Lately, however, I found myself distracted. ...
Submitted to Contest #4
My mother died on a Wednesday. I guess I should have seen it coming - she had been sick for a long time, and I went with her to all of her doctor’s appointments and chemo-sessions. I even picked a university that was close to home, so I didn’t have to move out of her house and could take care of her. I saw how small she was becoming, and I heard it loud and clear when we were told that we should stop focusing on remission, and start focusing on making her comfortable instead. Still, I must have been in denial, because it came like a shock. O...
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