{Rina}
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I mean, how is it possible for a child as young as Clinton to die?
I couldn't accept the news. I shook my head several times as if to help me wake up from this bad dream, but everything was still the same. We were still there, listening to the bad news of how cruelly he was treated.
Carlos was heartbroken. He kept attacking the doctors and I had no strength to speak or even try to stop him.
The pain was excruciating. So much so that I couldn't help my tears. It was rolling out of my eyes as if my tear duct was broken.
I wonder why problems cannot stay off our doors. Everytime we think we can be happy, something bad comes up and ruins it.
My heart shattered to know that I wouldn't be seeing Clinton anymore. I won't hear him call me momm
