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She meant the world to me up until that moment when she died. I was not ready for her to die, to leave me here. Even though she may not have been in my life every day or even for me as a mother should, I wished her life could have been at least a bit simpler. One day, she finally agreed to tell her life, the first time she ever  voluntarily wanted to give complete detail over everything that had been fuzzily recollected back to me. I do not know what was worse; the intricate detail of it all or simply the truth of everything that took place. My mother’s story was saddening; it was heart wrenching; but it was despicable. She and my fa

The fire blazed in the sky Fueled with what I had left With what he was intrigued by. The fire burned without mercy. I stood and watched The flames casting their reflection on my skin. My head was covered. My veil showed my mourning. The maroon cloth covered my hair And went past my shoulder. There, right in front of me, He was burning. The father I never had. The fire, it spoke to me It taunted me. "This was all it would ever be. You know that everyone Will desert you in the end. Did you ever believe that He would stay here forever?" Crackle, Crackle, Crackle; But that was all That everyone else heard. "You don't unde