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All She Could Say.
I awoke to her screaming in the early morning grey. He knew he needed to leave had to go away. The tears were failing he could no longer hide. So much sadness built deep inside. Young tired unknowing eyes awaken by her mothers scream. He found her looking, his heart breaking, tears began to stream. The little girl ran past her mother, and ran to him in the early morning grey. The little girl looked up to him. Dad, was the only word she could say... His heart began to pound, the little girls tears falling to the ground. They hugged and both cried together in the early morning grey. The mother ripped her away from him, screaming go away. Placing the little girl inside the house. The little girl ran to the window, stared and listioned as quiet as a mouse... Through the window she heard no sound, her mother pushed him, stumbling he fell to the ground. As he rose beginning to stand, he noticed the gun she had in her right hand. He wanted to move had began to step away, One bullet fired in the early morning grey. Then I heard the woman scream, what have I done? Looking at him and then at the gun. I picked myself off the floor. I stepped forward and opened my front door. I found the little girl by his side in the early morning grey.As he began to die, dad was the only word she could say.
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