![]() "April is the cruelest month," though I am quite tempted to choose May. It takes but one lone act to turn a month into a single day. May determined that nine years was long enough for me and daddy dear. Uncaring that I lost words then voice then face to each and every passing year. But April, still, hurts more than May for then my mother took her last breath. And though I'll always hate the month of May. It's April's cruelty I'll remember best.
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