This is a piece from a personal narrative that I wrote:
I could sense bad as soon as my dad told me to get my brother and sister into the living room. Usually when we had these gathering in the living room, it was to talk about good news, or bad news. The only hint to knowing which one was that he and my mother had just been at the hospital for about three hours. Before they left they told us that they were just visiting Saba. I shed a sniffle, then made my way upstairs. I knew the rest of the story; I knew it all to well.
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