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She died that night. I was only 13. I never cried, though. It was like my life wasn't any different. But one day, when I was about 16, I came across an old colouring book me and grandmother used to colour in. And I cried. I cried for a whole month, thing about what a terrible person I am. I still don't think I'm over it.