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Apr 28
I look up to my father,  

as he holds his head in his hands

“He’s gone.”

My lungs don’t fill, my breath hitches.

Time stops.

Someone grabs my shoulder, pulling me away from reality

The floodgates open as I become vulnerable

Crying into the arms of an unknown



A disease that cannot be cured.

He went from lively to barely being able to carry his own sons

He became thin and pale

Lifeless

Sitting in a wheelchair

But he wasn’t afraid to die



Wearing all black, staring into the eyes of a dead man

1 wife, 3 young boys.

They don’t know what’s going on,

They just know that he’s gone  



One year later

The youngest boy leaves this earth

No one knowing how, or why.

But that he went to join his father in heaven



They say love stories always have a happy ending

Not this one.
Ella James
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Ella James  18/F/Christchurch, New Zealand
(18/F/Christchurch, New Zealand)   
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