I stood in front of the mirror and combed my hair. I'd made time to go to the market and get an all black gown, that was what I was wearing for the burial today. It was five already, I wanted to catch up with Jude's family at home before we went to the church for the burial mass. Fatima was taking her bath. She'd been with me since the day I told her about Jude's death. I was glad she stayed with me, she made everything better. I looked at the person staring back at me in the mirror. I'd changed, I looked different. I put my hand on the mirror to touch my face. There were bags under my eyes, lack of sleep and lots of tears. My nose was red, the sides had begun to have tear marks and the bridge even looked soft. My lips were down turned and unhappy. I was a very beautiful girl, my face was always bright, I seemed to glow at times, but this person that stared back at me was a ghost filled with bitterness and anger and regret. And pain. I wanted to cry but I didn...
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