death
when an adolesent death may be a hard thing to cope with exspecially for one you are verry close to them when we go to funeralas and you are not close with the deased one you may not feel much but just the thought of being and seeing people cry may hurt your feellings watching those you love be sad hurts many people when i was little i loved funerals because the way i thought of it was we are alll mathching and i can hang out with my cousins and there was food and singing and if you asked me that didnt seem to bad right everything was free but ialways thought why is everyone crying although my cousins were alot older then me they never explained what a death, having a death happen to me at such a young age i think they expected me to, but in my relgon as i child i understood they went heaven and i would be able to see them again. now being older i look at back and cry everynow and think why was it my mom why does this happen to ? why does this happen to any body ? i always told my self why am i so stingey i have an gaurdian thatt loves me and takes care of yet im so un thankful for what i have and want more , yes i dont have a mother and i wish i did but these life listens taught me that ur parents arnet the ones that have u by blood but are the ones you make ur parents
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