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Submitted to Contest #332
The night we heard the news, it was raining. Not outside. Outside it was dark and quiet, everyone asleep in their homes or watching TV or maybe doing some late-night reading. It was raining down my mother’s face: pouring from glassy eyes squeezed shut and rimmed red, streaking down slightly wrinkled cheeks clutched desperately in her shaking hands. I wasn’t supposed to see, so I stayed hidden. My parents didn’t cry in front of me, not if they could help it. I always wanted to tell them that I didn’t mind, that it was worse not to see them cr...
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