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Expecting the Unexpected  

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Expecting the Unexpected This is true. I had just arrived home. I went upstairs to the fourth floor of my apartment door. I rang the bell. No one answered. I then remembered an extra key I secretly kept under the doormat: I took the first step inside. Something odd. An emptiness. It was then when I realised that my mom was the life of the house. Normally I would enter the house only to find her talking on the phone, watching televisions, eating, or even arguing with dad. Not today. Then I phoned. No one answering. Then my father's voice, short and abrupt. "Is mom there?" "No!" "Please!" But it was no good. I left the house and made my way down to my cousins. My aunt greeted me with tears in her eyes. "Are you crying?" "No dear." But I knew she was. I went inside and sat with my cousin. She was the same...

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