I woke up one morning with the sun gleaming through my bedroom window. I hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom. Then I looked in the mirror and washed my face like usual. I stumbled downstairs and sat down in the kitchen. I saw my mom, but she didn't see me.
She sat there in the same clothes she wore yesterday with her makeup all smudged and tears puddling down her face. The Tv was on behind us, and the news channel was on.
"We have a new story; a local boy commits suicide and the reasons why are unknown..." The anchorman shouted through the TV.
It seemed as if those words were sharp blades to my mother that cut a hole into her heart.
She stood up, for what had seemed like the first time in hours and walked upstairs to my bedroom. She took a long look at my freshly made bed and decided to go over and sit down. She took a long breath and started crying.
I had never seen my mother filled with such depression. I sat down next to her and hugged her. I knew she couldn't feel it but maybe her heart could.
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