Prologue

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As I stood at the foot of my mother's grave, the rain fell even harder, coming in big, wet, plops onto my coat and umbrella. The funeral had ended an hour ago and I was just there alone, at the cemetery. Looking at my mother's tomb stone. I felt like I was looking into her big blue eyes. The same color as mine. As I stood there, I allowed no tears to seep out of my eyes. I couldn't cry. I just couldn't. I always wondered why, but I just couldn't get one tear to fall from my eyes. I sighed and left the cemetery on my bike as I pedaled harder as the rain beat down on my face.

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