My son and my poor little angel left before me.
Benedict had his last breath with me.
There's nothing left for me to carry on, really, nothing.
I fought so hard to keep my feet on the ground
but was defeated when the last shimmer of hope disappeared.
The chair rocked as my feet leaped from the seat.
There hanged my dear life as I gasped for air, I plead
I surrender to grief.
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Each were introduced but one.
Cheryl, the loving grandmother with his Husband. Benedict, A sweet caring man.
Their son, Michael. And Sara, his daughter.
Who was the girl that Michael dread to lose after losing his daughter?
What really happened? Why was her death left out and kept unknown?
Who was she in the family?
Now that we have seen their beautiful sorrowful moments,
let us unravel what really happened beyond the closed curtains.
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