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I stood and cried softly as I whispered to my mother’s still body in the coffin before me, “I will miss you, Mom.”

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When my boss called me into his office, he asked me to take seat.

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When I saw her standing there, my heart stopped and I knew exactly what to do.

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There are plenty of “Old Wives Tales” about what it means when it rains when it’s sunny.

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Hearing the clatter of footsteps on the rooftop, I could feel my surprise and excitement.

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Sipping my coffee, I took in the sun rising and the sounds of a beautiful Sunday morning.

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When I discovered I had been separated from my twin shortly after we were born, I had been overjoyed at the chance to make new memories in my future!

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Every year on the anniversary, I replay the horrible events: the fire, the screaming, knowing I couldn’t do anything to help.

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After years of abuse, I watched without emotion as I attacked my family.

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I listened to the now familiar popping sound, waiting for the time to be up and the sweet smell of popcorn to fill my nose.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
I stood and cried softly as I whispered to my mother’s still body in the coffin before me, “I will miss you, Mom.”	9
When my boss called me into his office, he asked me to take seat.	8
When I saw her standing there, my heart stopped and I knew exactly what to do.	8
There are plenty of “Old Wives Tales” about what it means when it rains when it’s sunny.	8
Hearing the clatter of footsteps on the rooftop, I could feel my surprise and excitement.	8
Sipping my coffee, I took in the sun rising and the sounds of a beautiful Sunday morning.	8
When I discovered I had been separated from my twin shortly after we were born, I had been overjoyed at the chance to make new memories in my future!	8
Every year on the anniversary, I replay the horrible events: the fire, the screaming, knowing I couldn’t do anything to help.	7
After years of abuse, I watched without emotion as I attacked my family.	7
I listened to the now familiar popping sound, waiting for the time to be up and the sweet smell of popcorn to fill my nose.	7