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Wallking street with colleagues, soothing rush of the city all around us. We stopped by one restaurant to check daily menu offer. Colleagues are joking, but I am sudenly cut off with unease and my heart pounding. I hear chorus of the song playing in the restaurant. It was just muffling sound barely recognizable and yet, it maks my skin crawel. In that moment, I was back in childhood standing in cold wind, just few days after Christmas. Everyone around me is crying and screeching like funcking banshee. I hate them all, like angsty teenager I am destined to be. They all are like I am so sorry for your lose, she is in better place now, it was Gods will. Fuck God, it was a cancer and she refused to get treatment for it. She wanted to die, and here we are pretending like it is not true.
My mum wanted to die, and after all these years I can not say I blame her. Even she picked such pathetic song for her cremation as Anjelik moj kde lietas.
I feel light touch on my schoulder, reality is calling me back. It is okay, lets hide shaking hands, put on fake smile, say something stupit, they will laugh as always.
Lunch time.

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