She died. I received the call earlier today.
“Hello.”
“Yes, this is her”
“She what”?
I dropped the call and abruptly found my way to the ground without hurting myself. My eyes went watery; I felt angry and tired. My heart was racing faster than my mind. I hoped this wouldn’t have happened, not now at least. I could have listened to her and heard what she had to say.
“What’s wrong?” Alison asked. She was in the shower when I received the news; a towel was wrapped around her waist; her boobs were exposed and she was patiently waiting for me to answer her.
I stared at her. I didn’t move or blink. She rushed to me. “Hey kid. Are you okay?” I felt her hand on my shoulder and I burst into tears? I cried; I cried till I felt like I couldn’t anymore. Alison sat there with me, the whole t
