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9. death
It's not difficult to understand. Why your father doesn't come home one night. Why your mother cries into the telephone. Your sister asks you what it means when they say he's in a better place and you want to clench your fists and shout, like hell is being dead a better place for anyone.
You may be young. But it's not difficult to understand. And it's not a matter of understanding.
Sucking in angry tears, you allow her to wrap you in a hug, small arms encircling your frame.
He's gone and she's broken, and this is all you've got.