Nothing is ever the same without her here. Sadly enough, she was the sticky glue who held us all together. Everyone has one of relatives like that. Special in their own way. Scrambled eggs with cheese and Mickey Mouse pancakes, oh yes. She was the one. My dear that I miss the most.
I live in their old house with my momma. My bedroom is the room that she used as her dressing room. Even after all these years, I can still feel her in there. Not long after she died, did strange things start to happen. Everything broke at once. My DVD player, T.V., stereo, everything and it was magically repaired the next day.
Not a day goes by and I don't think about her. But, isn't that the way it usually works?
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