…for words and actions.
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say.
Everyone is sad and depressed.
Without her presence here, home doesn’t feel like home. Its too quiet here. The only sound remaining is from the TV and the sister who’s too young to comprehend the situation.
Home doesn’t feel like home. Something’s missing, I can’t pinpoint what is. I know what is missing but nothing that I could do to make it right.
So, I sit here. Struggling from within.