My mom packed her bags, and she's ready to leave. But my sister is not letting her go. My sister is holding her hand. I'm crying. I stand at a corner and cry. My dad is angry, he told my mom to get out. I cry harder. My sister fainted. And my mom stayed.
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And he blames God. (Completed)
Short StoryWhen she understood what was going on, it was too late.
