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"Where is she now?" when he ask me we are already on a couch,and the pain started to run on my chest as I hear his question
"She left me... she's gone" as I say those words I blinked twice just to stop the tears that wanted to fall.
"What do you mean by gone?..is she go somewhere...huh...? he's face started to change as if it is already been on his mind but he just nodded.
"Yeah...it's true...she has a heart problem but the one Couse her is because of server blood that comes out on her body and she has leukaemia" I can't take it anymore, her view while she was fighting over it untill the day that she left her body was over my senses and the tears start running on my chicks.
I know that it will come every time that anyone ask me about her bring back the pain and I know when I came here, everyone will ask, I thought half a month will at least leasten my wound but still it didn't.
I hear him,He start to cry too, though he bowed his head to cover the pain maybe over me, yet his shaking shoulder can't deny. His in pain.
It come to past, a minutes later when I and him started to calm
"48 years, still young...and..." it was starting again so he poused
"How old are you Andrea?" I know he just change the topic so the pain at lest just be at east a bit , it's good to know him also.
"21.." then I ask too "my...my mom never open conversation about you and any of her relatives...what's your..."I'm not done with my question when he answered
"I'm her twin, yes we are" maybe he saw the question on my look
"You maybe have a lot of questions, and you will find out more about us."and the US, it includes me too I thought
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