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Now here is the rewrite
I stared at their cold lifeless bodies for some time, expecting some sort of sign. But their eyes did’t stare back in that soft loving way that parents’ eyes could easily do, no, their eyes stared blankly into the black nothingness. It felt like my heart had been ripped out and thrown into a wood chipper. A warm salty tear trickled down my face and dripped onto my mother’s delicate fleshy tan skin. My knees buckled and I fell beside them in tears with my lips quivering and my entire body shaking like an earthquake. I dug my face into my hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Every harsh breath singed my throat, and made my stomach feel hollow. I looked up from my tear soaked hands and with my blurry eyes I stared at the faces of my parents and recalled all the pleasant memories. There was one specific memory I recalled. It was when I was nine years old and really wanted this ocean blue ten-speed mountain bike, but I never asked for it since I knew we could’t afford it. I swear, my eyes would light up like fireworks every time I saw it in the store. One day my parents caught gawking at it and they asked if I wanted it, but I lied and said no. Then about a week later when I came home from school and went into my room there it was, the cool ocean blue mountain bike sitting up in my room. I’d dreamed about it for so long, it was actually here! I jumped up and down hysterically, then I ran to my mother and father in the living room and gave them gigantic hugs and wet kisses. I’m not sure if either of them saw the way my eyes sparkled when I saw the bike but, when I went to hug them both I saw, for a brief moment; their eyes, bathed in a bright glow of happiness. I would never again have a moment like that.
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