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Dear Diary,
I used to think my Mum was Superwoman back when I was eleven. Not anymore.
I used to wake up to the smell of chocolate chip pancakes and I would practically float downstairs. Not anymore.
She used to smile at me, Her emerald green eyes glistening. Not anymore.
Now she cries herself to sleep every night and talks in her dreams.
Seeking someone that's long gone. Dad.
It seems like yesterday, you know? When me and Dad would bump into each other at the top of the steps in the morning, going for breakfast.
He'd hug me and joke 'Good morning Bird's nest' (because of my horrible bedhead) while I felt the scratch of his morning stubble on my cheek.
He is. Was. The only one who could make me laugh when I felt sad.
After The Accident things haven't been the same.
Mom's no Superwoman now, she's practically a zombie.
Me? I feel like someone shot me through the heart leaving a wound that would never heal. I want to comfort Mum but how can you comfort someone else when you haven't even been comforted?
Marcie, my best friend tries to understand. Tries her best. All she ever says is that everything's going to be okay. I want to scream at her that it's not going to be okay. He's never coming back.
But I already lost one person, I don't want to lose another.
Now I have to go back to school when my Easter vacation's over. I don't want to go to school. I want to stay home, like Mum. And cry on the couch with Blue Bunny chocolate chip cookie dough ice-cream while I watch Spanish soap operas.
But that would mean being like her. Weak.
I can't do that. I have to be Superwoman now.
First Mission: Go to school and pretend to be strong. (At least I'm not EXACTLY like Mum.)
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