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Thirteen

Once upon time I considered 13 as my lucky number. I was born on a 13. I got married on a 13. I had my baby on a 13.

I thought that 2013 would be a lucky year for me. It wasn’t. My sister X. died that year. And thus breaking my positive connection with that number.

I know it is all very stupid. It’s just a number.

 

But today it is 13 months since her passing.

 

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