A SILENT CRY
FAMILY
I walked up the stairs, feeling tired. A woman walked pass we me almost knocking me down. “Aah,”
“I sorry,” she said picking up one of my crutches that had fell on the floor.
“I am fin,” I replied that us when I recognized her.
Long nevy black hair, eyeshadow and a red lipstick. She wore a shirt red dress, revealing her tiny thighs. “lola,”
Her eyes widen. “Sister Siren,”
“You okay,” I asked reaching my hand to her small face, which I recognized had a few bruises.
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