I walked, solemnly into Cindie’s room. We don’t talk a lot regularly, but she didn’t come to school today and I was worried. “Cyn?” I asked, using her nickname. ”Yeah?” She asked, turning around. I looked a little closer and her eyes were red and puffy and she was clutching onto a tissue like it was her last lifeline. “What’s wrong?” I asked, rushing to her side and sitting down next to her on her bed. “My Mom.” She whispered. “What about her?” I asked. “She’s….. Dead.” Cindie said, then began sobbing on my shoulder. My eyes widened, her mom? DEAD? I never met Cindie and Sonali’s mother, but I heard she was a sweet and caring woman. Oh my goodness, Poor Cindie. I immediately grabbed Cindie and hugged her. ”Cynthia, I am so sorry.” I sniffled, using her real name. “She was my mom, Prudence.” She sobbed into my shoulder. “H-how?” I asked, stuttering. Death is not one of my favorite things, and talking about it makes me scared and very depressed. “She had very severe pneumonia.” She screa...
I'll miss your bloggin' Abbey!
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Sorry you won't be blogging anymore, Abbey! I'm glad we still get to hear from Prudence. Your blog is an inspiration. My friend Tess and I started our own blog not too long ago. We found yours through someone that was following one of our blogs. We love your blog! Keep up the great posts! :)
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Btw, we're following Chrissa's blog too! :)
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