Sad Sunday

I miss him. Won't be able to see him for a long time. I went to get Jazzy's supply alone, washed the car alone, cooked alone, slept alone... now crying alone. Sunday suppose to be our family day. Now that he is not here, my Sunday is ruined.

Sad Sunday.
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I miss him so much...