A¦ex (pyrofreak6969) wrote in ekkert__svar,

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It was dark,

 And I was in the home in California.

 I went to the kitchen, and my Mom was talking on a cord phone, and she was sobbing.

I asked her what was wrong, and she said my sister had been in a horrible car accident.

I started crying too, and asked her if she survived, and she wouldn't tell me.

And I remember seeing visions of the accident while I was asking her if she lived. I don't remember the rest.

"Life is a foreign language; all men mispronounce it"--Christopher Morley
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