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Tears of anger stream down my face and I wipe them away blindly. I cannot go to my quarters right now. I just do not have it in me to face my friends in this condition. I never told them any of this and I do not want to do it now.
Without thinking about it, I walk outside towards the cliff. Dad placed a bench there with Mother’s name engraved on it. I went there often as a child and it became my special place when things became too much for me. For the first time in many years, I feel alone and abandoned.
I stare at the ocean as I inhale the salty air.
“Mom,” I whisper to the wind. “I need you so much right now.”
I close my eyes and pretend that she is sitting next to me. She would pull me into her embrace and whisper, this too shall pass.
“I like them both,” I confess to the win
