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Harrison POV
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I stared at my fingers, she had them painted.
But I had to get it removed to attend the meetings.
Yet, I could see some leftover marks,
It has been a couple of rough days.
Too much on the plate that sometimes it makes me feel like, am I even breathing?
I still don't know how I feel about the loss.
Another loss in life.
Maybe I saw this coming.
But was not ready to accept it
Even now, it feels like a nightmare I want to forget and imagine it didn't happen at all.
Unlike the ten-year kid who saw his papa getting killed in front of his eyes.
I don't find that helplessness in me.
But a weakness.
The feeling of less.
The feeling of failure.
But I feel like I could have done better.
Maybe taken some more steps ,try the maximum to keep my mother aliv
