BACK HOME 2
While in the state of despair, she recalled that she had gotten a letter earlier. As a result of her work schedule, she hadn't had the time to read the letter until now.
She wasn't sure whether to be happy about the news in the letter or to be sad. She knew that her new nature wasn't to accommodate any feeling of hatred but something inside her was a little bit happy that his end was near. If he died it seemed all her problems would go with him, all her fears, her sorrow, her low self-esteem, all the baggage she had been lounging on her shoulder- a burden no one else but she knew about. She was crying again. She had gotten used to crying, it had been her companion all her life and that's why there was a box of tissue at every turn in her little home.
Later at night, she struggled to fall asleep but sleep just wouldn't come. And why was she sweating? Why was she troubled? Her thoughts trailed back to the letter. What was it about the letter? Maybe she should go see her dad, pay her last respects. Just as she made up her mind, she was soaked in sleep.
She wasn't sure whether to be happy about the news in the letter or to be sad. She knew that her new nature wasn't to accommodate any feeling of hatred but something inside her was a little bit happy that his end was near. If he died it seemed all her problems would go with him, all her fears, her sorrow, her low self-esteem, all the baggage she had been lounging on her shoulder- a burden no one else but she knew about. She was crying again. She had gotten used to crying, it had been her companion all her life and that's why there was a box of tissue at every turn in her little home.
Later at night, she struggled to fall asleep but sleep just wouldn't come. And why was she sweating? Why was she troubled? Her thoughts trailed back to the letter. What was it about the letter? Maybe she should go see her dad, pay her last respects. Just as she made up her mind, she was soaked in sleep.
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