2/22/11
10:25am
It's me and Jake and Sarah
We're at the top of those creaky, wooden stairs
Looking down on another fight.
The yelling, the tears, the anguish.
All of our hearts were re-broken that night.
Jake left.
How was I to know that would be one of the few times I saw him throughout the next three years?
Sarah and I held diamond rings
The last impression from our father
A gift where he tried to show his love
My mother always wore rings...
Not anymore.
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