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When I got home

That night

She questioned me

"Where's Sarah? Huh, where's Sarah. Her curfew was 11 pm. She should be home!"

So here I am now,

Alone in a once used to be two but now one person bed.

I cry

But I try to keep my mouth muffled by my dirty pillow.

I can't help it.

My other daughter,

Selina,

Walks in.

"What's wrong?" she asks, climbing onto my chest,"Where is Mommy? I miss her."

My breath feels sucked right out of me

And as I begin to answer,

She asks the question we all have been asking;

"Where is Sarah, Daddy?"

Her puppy eyes make it hard for me to lie,

Yet telling the truth would bring tears to the browned-eyed beauty standing ahead.

And I just can't do that.

Hearing her name,

Sarah's,

Brings tears to my eyes.

"I don't know," I say,

Because it is the truth.

The End

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