Decode My Broken Heart

Emily-Rose’s favorite thing to do was smile. She smiled when she hurt herself, when someone frowned. She smiled at the little bug in the window. But she never smiled when it rained. It was raining when Emily-Rose’s Dad died. It was also raining when her mom died. Emily-Rose always said that it rained when she cried, but no one believed her. That day it began to rain, right after her only uncle and aunt died. After that, it rained a lot. And Emily- Rose never smiled. Emily-Rose is me. And this is my story.