May 16th, 2016
It's been three days since my last breakfast.
My sister asked why I wasn't eating.
I said I wasn't hungry.
She nodded and continued chewing.
She's eating too much.
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Short Story"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, But the silence of our friends." ~Martin Luther King Jr. There was nothing I could do. There was nothing we could do. It wasn't our fault. Or was it, really? ...
