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I love how you call my name with your sweet voice, I love how you play with my hair when I sleep. I remember when we used to play hide and seek, you always give me extra time to hide by clapping whenever you get close; we had so much fun.

 

I love you mom; but I am afraid now, you changed!

I can hear you clap, it is getting louder and louder; I do not think that is actually you; it has been five years since you... DIED!

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