Losing My Best Friend…

  I saw my dad die… I squeezed his hand hard as I begged him to hang on. I pleaded him to stay. I needed him and I was not ready nor did I want him to go. I began screaming frantically, “MY DAD IS DYING!” I scram. Until this day I don’t know howContinue reading “Losing My Best Friend…”

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