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Beginning of Al
s I rushed into the house, searching for my mother. "Mum! Mu
m her room, like the shattering o
acing, and my mind consume
rrounded by shards of broken glass. I sa5 a piece of the bottle,I quickly recognized it as
" I screamed, tears
"Mum, get up! Please, wake up!" I
nothing. She wasn't breathing. I felt
ne. "Mum, please don't leave me! Not like Da
n the floor. Without thinking, I picked it up and sliced my vein, feeling
f fading away, I hea
towards me, catching my already failing b
saw David's face filled with worry,
id'
d been away for three months, working on a research project in Shanghai, and I had missed her
e a robber here, I wondered within. With great concern, I ran into
ough the front door and ran upstairs, m
er slumping to the ground, her wrist sliced open. I lunged
ightly as I applied pressure to her wound.
's mom lay motionless on the floor, a broken glass bottle
d rushed downstairs, careful not to jostle her. I grabb
ose, trying to comfort and revive her. She was still uncons
esther from me, also taking her mom along. I rode with her to the hospit
a sense of relief wash over me. Alesth
d always loved Alesther, but now, I felt a deeper connection to her. I was
ew that Alesther would need time to grieve, to heal. But I was willing to wait, to be
ock from the incident, I couldn't help but