tuesday, october 6
My hand is shaking as I type this. I'm not even sure if I'm writing correctly. I don't know if what I'm hearing is true. Perhaps the news was fabricated. Someone is playing a cruel joke on us.
Everyone's tears say otherwise.
When I heard it, I started shaking, and I haven't stopped. Tears streamed down my face in utter disbelief.
I can't lie. I wanted to throw everything I owned to the ground. Break it all. Stomp on it. Yell at it. Ask it why and desperately wait for a response it was never going to give me.
But I just can't fathom a world without you.
Tía Mari, I am begging that this isn't true.
We didn't even get another chance to talk, to hug, to laugh, or even share one last cup of jengibre.
VOUS LISEZ
Jengibre
NouvellesWhen Paloma receives the devastating news that her Tía passed away, she resorts to writing everything she wished she could've told her before. ******************** Photo by Elina Sazonova from Pexels Cover edited by me
