I just discovered that “Stories that Must Not Die” posted a story Sreejit wrote about a painful and tragic experience in his life. I believe it will touch many of you.
Today, the STMND crew is honored to share the following story from Sreejit Poole. It is a raw, powerful and compelling tale covering a tragic hour of his life. Please read and show him the RawrLove and support in the comments that our community is famous for:
She was screaming my name from the far window but we were in the last room of the kitchen joking and laughing.
Though the name was loud, I wasn’t registering it. I was too busy being the life of the party. The breakfast shift had just ended and we were unwinding.
Finally, her voice cut through and I turned to see her wide eyes, and her hands frantically waving at me through the window.
What could be so wrong? Irritated, I walked over to the window. The woman was always getting worked up over little things.
My sister, the kitchen…
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