Imagine your five best friends. Now imagine the one from that group, out of all of them, that you feel sure will never be the one to hurt you. Now imagine that that person didn't invite you to her birthday party this Friday night. Now imagine this happening to you when you're twelve.
That has been our life for the last 24 hours.
I will never understand it. It will never not make me angry. I can never make it okay.
My daughter's heart getting broken has broken mine.
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