How I Die

Moments of my past flashed before my eyes. It was time to finally open up and let out the pain I had been harboring inside me. "I lost my aunt Gina when I was seven. We were so close that I considered her my second mother and she considered me her child. She used to sing me lullabies every night and each year around Christmas, we'd go around singing carols. Her voice was so beautiful and soothing yet electrifying. She could sing any type of song without a hiccup." I could hear her voice even now.