When you have lost all the persons you can trust.
When the loss have changed your whole world and leaved you with a big black hole in your chest.
When it has leaved you as another person.
Then you find out how little life is worth.


5. Epilogue

My mother once told me a story about a little girl who died and met her dead grandmother in heaven. Maybe I can meet my mother in heaven. If I ever get to heaven. I don’t think my mother would even recognize me if we meet again. The last time she saw me I was an angel.

I’m not an angel anymore.


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