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Parental Mortality

In 100, by Briene on November 24, 2018 at 10:12 pm

In an old theater lobby, they held each other’s gaze, lower lids bright with the strain of tears not ready to spill. 

Women resilient and grounded — with hearts mere fragments, rattling against their ribs. 

Despite their best efforts, they weren’t prepared for the day their parents left. Or the day the condolences stopped. The day they heard that saved voicemail. Or the day three weeks later when they thought they’d be ok. The day six months in when they still can’t get up. 

All they want is to be swaddled again.

Yet they’re the head of the family now. 

  1. hearts mere fragments !!

  2. Oh brie. Beautiful.

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