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Personal Narrative: My Sister's Husband
After finding out my sister’s husband died I have been thinking about it should be broken to her. I figured it would be best if the news came from me with the presents of her husband’s best friend Richards. I would have to break the news very gently do to her heart troubles. We would not want her to die of grief.
It was time to tell her, and she broke down in tears right on my arms when I told her. I felt so horrible for her, and couldn’t believe the pain she must be going through. She stormed away crying. She must have loved her husband so much.
Richards and I were wondering how we were going to spend the day. We really did not want my sister to be by herself, and have nobody to comfort her. Especially when someone has lost somebody dear
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