Paetyn’s POVIt’s 1:00 in the morning, and I’m wide awake. I’ve been staring at the ceiling, desperately willing my body to allow sleep to consume me for what feels like hours. No amount of counting sheep or focusing on relaxing my breathing is working. The longer I lie here, the more my brain continues to turn. First, thoughts about Mom and how much I miss her seeped into my distracted mind. It’s hard to believe she’s been gone for five weeks. I’ll never get to see her smile, look into her enchanting eyes, or hear her familiar laugh again. I knew it was going to be hard living life without her, but I was hoping that, with time, the pain in my chest would ease. But instead, the pain has grown tenfold, pressing down on me like a pile of wet cement. While her funeral three weeks ago was quiet and small, the absence of my father hung heavy in the air. I know their relationship deteriorated over the years, but given how long they were together, I thought he would want to be there to sup
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