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That Night
January 22, 2019
I looked through my pocket and there were just a couple of coins. I cried and cried. I couldn’t save my family from the fire. That night my house was just coals when I walked away. I was walking around town. I couldn’t believe they were gone. I had nowhere to stay. I felt cold and bitter that night. I saw families through the windows. I couldn’t even cry. I was sitting at a bus stop. I had nowhere to sleep. In my dreams , I kept hearing my mother's voice “Alicia , Alicia “.
© Anonymous
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