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Hi dairy…
Sorry I did not finish my last entry, I was to upset.
This entry will be short because I can barley handle holding the pencil to write.
It hurts me everyday that Micheal asks me when his Mommy is coming home and I have to say that she is not coming home. He is to young to understand death, I hate seeing him like this.
My sister has been gone since last night, probably out drinking.
I hope she comes home soon, I can’t bare to be around other people right now. I just want to hide in my room and not come out.
There is a knock at the door, talk later.