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Yasmin  couldn’t  stop  crying  on  the  way  home.
        Drip  drop  drip,  the  sounds  of  the  rain.  Soft  sobs  resounded  the  place,  to  the                                                                                                  Her  mom  felt  sorry  for  her  loss  but  didn't

        point where you can't hear the sound of the water hitting the umbrella. Yasmin's                                                                                                             know  what  to  say  to  comfort  her.  She

        eyes  were  blank.  Losing  her  best  friend  to  cancer  would  be  one  of  the  hardest                                                                                                  understood  how  hard  it  was  for  a  young  girl

        things for her to overcome. As she stood there, all of their memories replayed in                                                                                                            to deal with losses like this. After a while, she

        her  head.  She  felt  empty.  After  some  time,  people  started  carrying  her  coffin                                                                                                    told  Yasmin  that  she  could  find  her  memories
        away.  She  watched  as  they  buried  her  friend  deep  down  where  the  light  didn’t                                                                                                    with  Ava  up  in  the  attic  where  they  stored

        reach. It was then and there she realised that was the last time she would ever                                                                                                              everything meaningful and precious.

        see her face again.


                                                                                                                                                                                                     Yasmine stopped crying for a moment thinking
                                                                                                                                                                                                     what she would find there.







     O      n     e       L      a     s   t      M             o   m         e   n      t




                      Written by Peralta Denice Joyce Cruz


              Illustrated by  Mojares Maxine Therese Macachor


























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