Worry

March 18, 2009
By bianca beltran BRONZE, Miami, Florida
bianca beltran BRONZE, Miami, Florida
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I remember exchanging our goodbyes.
I owed you two hugs right before I left to my car.
I let out a sigh, but I never knew what would happen next.
Then you and your grandma got into a fight.
She screamed and then kicked you out of the house.
There was nowhere you could have stayed that night.
Tears dripped from my eyes onto my blouse.
Woke up the next morning with worried eyes.
I called, and I called but nothing but cry as bad as it is.
I thought it was the end.
After cries and sobbing nearly all day, call from the hospital said you're okay.



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