October 10, 2008
By Anonymous

Its hard to believea year has past.Only one year that could have been speared. Motherless the tears they shead still linger.I didn't cry because of their pain...her pain she kept hidden among her smiles, laughs, and then there were the cries that no one could see not even her closest friend. The cries loud but unheard as seventy-five pints rush,and spew on the hospital table;in the back of my mind I'm singing "God is able , God is able, and he won't fail". I knew with that she could make it through with that little prayer but, as the casket draws near all I can hear is silence as I stare at the sky...

The author's comments:
This short story I wrote to pay homage to my sister's friend whose life was lost due to domestic violence.

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