Shattered Heart, Rising Spirit

just laughed like I was joking. We had been together for five years, li

My mom was in the hospital, fighting terminal cancer, and I was with her. That was my first mistake. Three days

my mom died; she spent her last days in agony because she couldn't get her medication. The day after her funeral, I saw a pict

esson. You can't just say no to me." I told him simply, "You killed my mother." He knew exactly what he was doing when h

he deliberately ruined my five years of artwork, my sketchbook. He then took my mother' s sunflower painting, the one she painted with shaking hands, and snapped it over his knee. T