Death (Chapter 1 - My birthday sucks, page 3 of 12)


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"You are eighteen," my dad said, walking up and engulfing me in a hug. He was tall, handsome with brown hair, hazel eyes and a warm smile

"Yeah, I'm eighteen," I said, though it sounded like a question. I smiled and walked over to mum, crushing her in a hug. "I love you both." I was sincere because to see the day you died again was a real eye opener. As I stared at the chocolate cake, my vision blurred, tears hung loose and I began to cry. I was never known for crying.

"Milianda," my mum's voice was soft and slow, "are you alright?" I nodded, turning to face them both with a light smile

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