February 7th, 2013 at 7:20PM
Mirror by Rasmenia Massoud

“The day Lydia died, I stopped being normal. The phone rang, a voice told me she was gone and I hung up. I didn’t know what to do. I could see the pink sunrise. Morning. I should eat some cereal and take a shower, I thought. That’s a normal thing to do in the morning.”
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