My aunt is dying. The one that I hated for so long. I don't know what to think or how to feel... or even why I'm sitting here crying about it. It's finally over. I'm not going to have to deal with that hatred anymore.

But... but she's dying. Pretty soon, she's going to be buried, and there will be a funeral. And every single thing that's ever happened... it won't matter anymore.

It won't matter that I'm hurt. It won't matter that she suffered. It won't matter that she gave us a place when no on...


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