What are your deepest secrets that you would like to share before you d.i.e?
My sister was an addict. She was in and out of rehabs. We sent her 12 hours away to get her the best help possible.
She came back months later to come see her newborn nephew. She was beaten and her entire body was black and blue. She even explained that when she turned her head, she’d black out.
She was homeless. Before she left, we ate ice cream together and I packed her a lunch with my own lunchbox. She said “Goodbye kiddo, I love you.” and was on her way.
She died the next day. I was 9, it was a week before my birthday. I never got to say that I loved her back.
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