In my life I have been faced with grief, like in the book Forged By Fire.
When my grandmother died I didnt know what to think, but, is she okay, is she sleeping, where did she go? Iwas really young when this happened , so i didn't know what exactly what happened to my granmother. When I went to her funeral, that was when I finally understood where she went. I was with all my family and friends, some other people in my family or friend that I hadn't met until the of the day funeral. when the ceremony began ,I said my prayers, then I said goodbye. That was all I could do. I loved very, very much we may not have spoken the same laguage, but we always understood eachother.
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Hey, lady. There are so many other languages that we can all speak to each other and be understood perfectly: laughter, kindness, and love - just to name a few. Thanks for sharing your story. 14/15
Hello miss! You need to proofread, you had such a nice story to tell but your gramatical errors takes away from that. Read it again you Boob!
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hey girk heyy!!! haha aww i feel bad but yeah i lost my uncel.... soccar tonight : )
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