Thurday night
My sister calls my dad, crying
I walk into the room
My dad tells me 2 go away.
In my room
I hear my dad try 2 calm her down
He hangs up the phone
...
2 minutes later
I here footsteps upsairs
My door creaks open
He walks in slowly
Then sits on my bed
"Mia," he says in a sad voice, "Winslow died tonite."
~Mia
2/25/08
R.I.P.
Winslow
2/21/08
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