Today, I found an unopened tube of her favourite lipstick inside the mirror cabinet of my uncle’s estate.

I wanted them to keep going.

"Keep crying, the people on the live are eating it up" The mother explains, looking at her daughter through the camera lens, yet somehow not seeing her at all.

I walked away from his gravestone back to the car

"Poor guy accidentally set the air conditioning to 2000°C he must have been tired we will remember him by a statue of his rememberance"

Him whole family wuz cancer and it was the last thing keeping him going bruh

I decided to name this place the Sepulchre of Supposes: a place where I bury the conditional: if, perhaps, had I, had you, had we.

Now dementia has made my fear come true in a room full of family and friends.

... Almost all of the puffles from Club Penguin are by now dead.

After losing my mother to adenocarcinoma just a year later, the clinic proudly announced their new and improved cancer panel, now testing for five hundred six markers.

I need to see proof and I need more than a promise.

The father and mother keep the door closed, “I’m sorry, god forgive me girls, but your mother and I can have more children, but we can’t revive ourselves.”

And neither of you know when that day is.

I stared up at the bathroom lights, sputtering bile and white foam, and panicked, soundless ‘I love you’s, over and over again.

Marrying her was the only way that he could get her out of her country safely so he could give her to family who would take care of her.

But the phone he could not charge was the hardest, as it contained the photos of his wife and children who no longer lived.

What she got was her grandmother, singing softly to her granddaughter as she passed on, crying out for a mother that never wanted or loved her.

How do I convince this man who "doesn't see the point if he's dying anyway"?

It's true, though, because I don't deserve to have anybody in my life.

It was painful to watch my beloved pet rooster turn into a red goop right in front of my eyes.

As I looked at my beautiful two year-old son, I simply was unable to be the happy mother he deserved.

2 months later, we met the drunkard who accidentally killed Clarence with his F250.

i still weep thinking about that question at night.

I wish even one had declined so the building collapse, which left me the only survivor, wouldn’t have claimed everyone I loved.