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Diary of a survivor
DIARY OF A SURVIVOR
CHAPTER 1
The night my best friend died was a Thursday night. There was a heavy downpour that night. I should have known that the rain was trying to tell me something. What could I have done? I don't speak rain language. I wish something else had died; maybe my cat or the Christmas chicken for that year; but not my most Gracious Grace. She had been my best friend since her family moved into my neighbourhood. How we became friends, not to even talk of being best friends is still a mystery on its own. I had a special liking for her. I don't know why. I just did. Probably, it was out of pity at first because kids in the neighbourhood refused to make friends with her. They found her to be strange. Oh.. She was strange...
CHAPTER 1
The night my best friend died was a Thursday night. There was a heavy downpour that night. I should have known that the rain was trying to tell me something. What could I have done? I don't speak rain language. I wish something else had died; maybe my cat or the Christmas chicken for that year; but not my most Gracious Grace. She had been my best friend since her family moved into my neighbourhood. How we became friends, not to even talk of being best friends is still a mystery on its own. I had a special liking for her. I don't know why. I just did. Probably, it was out of pity at first because kids in the neighbourhood refused to make friends with her. They found her to be strange. Oh.. She was strange...
