She has nothing 

I’m never up this early but something isn’t right , all I smell is bleach that you must’ve used last night 

I tip toe down the stairs , my sister insist I go first.. the house was in shambles but that’s not what hurt the worst 

One of the only things my grandma owned , a cream, white couch ripped up & destroyed , every glass object in the house shattered on the floor 

I dial my mom’s bestfriend across the street 

“Yes ? Ya’ll girls ok?”

Daddy came & ruined everything 

“Hold on, I’m on my way” 
She has nothing. 

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