Twelve
Outside in my backyard with the late summer sun beaming down on me and my cousin as we enjoy the last of summer, we were called inside, I was twelve. I was confused, not knowing why my cousin was going home; I wished summer would never end I loved being out of school, I was twelve. My grandmother weeped in the bathroom, I had no idea why she was so sad, everyone I saw that day had blank expressions like they had seen a ghost, I was twelve. Called outside to join my grandparents, I made my way outside to join them when they said they told me that my mother has died from an overdose, she left me. Broke, from the summer of age twelve.
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