I love you...

December 2, 2011
I stood on the roof of a 23-story building; the one my mom used to work at. We used to drink Hot Chocolate and I played around the building. Before they fired her and drove her mad, enough to make her shoot a bullet on her head... it killed me inside to lose my mom and get drunk abused by my dad with my 2 sisters and 1 brother... I hope they'll be fine... I'll miss them so... but I bet Mom's waiting for me... I jumped, not thinking about anything, I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I saw my mom. "Come with me, Amy. Let's go get Hot Chocolate." I took her hand and smiled as we walked up the stairs.

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