How It Started

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       My name is Susie. I was about 7 when this all started. I don't remember as much as you think I would, but when every day came, one by one, I started to remember less and less.

    "Sweetie, are you already to go?" My mom said yelling across the house. "Yes mom!! I will be right out!" We were going to go to a graveyard to visit my father because he passed about 2 years ago. We would go every year on the day he died to celebrate his life. We brought food because we would be there all day. "Ok, well hurry up! We have to go soon!!!" My mom said. I looked at the clock and realized that we really needed to leave within 10 minutes!! I hurried and shoved my shoes on, put on a sweater, and hopped in the car.

      We finally got there. It felt like forever. We found my father's dear grave, and set my blanket down on the grass to sit on. My mother also sat next to me. We grabbed our food out of the little containers my mother put it in. I began to eat, and so did my mother. I always felt like my loved ones were always with me, and protected me.

     I heard in my head. It was a old man's voice, kind of like my dad, but I know my dad's voice and it was smoother than that. Not so raspy. I heard "I know where your dad is..."

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