Death and growth

It was a very sunny and hot day when I heard that one of my best friends died. We were celebrating an important date to my country, the Carnation Revolution, in which a dictatorship was defeated with almost no bloodshed. She loved this day, but she was studying abroad, so she couldn't be here. Nevertheless, the resistance songs she sang with her mother were echoing, just waiting until she came back to join the chorus (and a professional singer she was). She's not really gone. I smile every day with the memory of her presence, her support and her beautiful calm company. Every April 25th, the carnations have an even brighter colour. And she laughs, knowing that i see it.

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