One day everything changed and the clearest and most beautiful day turned into a dark and gray day nothing was the same no matter how much I remember them or try to hold on to my parents the people I loved the most went to another plane and others decided to go other ways I thought they would always be by my side, but they end up leaving without even saying goodbye without even giving me a kiss or a hug without saying goodbye one day I woke up and I had to walk alone without wanting to do it smiling at people so they would not see my pain and not see me cry I hid everything with an I'm fine when the reality is that inside I was dying.
my eyes had already lost their shine from so much crying on my pillow I made the greatest effort of my life every day just to get out of bed even though I had no strength and I was afraid of my own future I knew I had to become the engine that would drive my younger siblings even though many people consoled me and talked to me and encouraged me saying life goes on and of course life goes on and we must never give up, but no matter how old you are the death of a mother of a father of a son is never overcome it is an open wound in the soul that bleeds every time we remember it.
It is sad to learn that pain connects us more with our loved ones than love itself or joy itself.
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