Dear Kyle,
Weeks passed by. I guess you won't be writing back to me. But I needed you last night. I was scared. Mommy and daddy were fighting again and it was worse this time. I was in the living room watching My Little Pony when I heard someone scream. Then glass broke. I jumped up and ran into the kitchen to see that mommy was angry. The wall behind daddy was wet and broken glass was on the floor. Daddy was angry too. I cried, he took me upstairs and sang me a song. I fell asleep.
Your best friend,
Amy
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Short StoryDear Kyle, It's been a long while and you still haven't written back. My parents say you'll never write back, that you're far away in Heaven. I heard that's where angels go, but the thought still confuses me. What I want to know is where this He...
