So the night before, I held on to my brother, as I slept on the floor next to him, I knew it would be the last time I ever hugged him, so I might as well tell him, “I love you, I love you, I love you, I always will. Don't forget me, you are always in my heart,”
I was crying on him, taking his picture, and then I fell asleep. Keep in mind, we were in a 7 Eleven store, so we were sleeping on a blanket. Then my dad called the baby sitter, and she told us to go outside.
So we did, and I was going to tell my sister what happened, but I found her sitting in the car seat crying. I asked, “What happened?” She said, “She was smiling the whole freaking time!”
I knew that if she was crying that hard, then something really bad happened. So my brother was half asleep, and I helped him into the car.
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Oh My Gosh, I Said Too Much
Non-FictionThree girls who have barley met realized what is actually going on. When Uma says too much, Eli and Liza, who are both sisters, get the idea that something exciting will happen. This story is all based upon experience.
