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When I heard the tragic news of Yetunde's death, I, like many others, saw the headlines, "Elder Williams Sister Fatally Shot."
At the time, I was on a VERY important business call, but I hung the phone up without any kind of notice. For a split second, nothing. . . no ringing phone, frying fish, no overflowing kitchen sink. . . .nothing was more important than finding out whether or not VENUS had been killed. My heart fell outta my chest, and tears began to form in my eyes.
However, this wasn't just from the regular sadness that I might feel from hearing a story on Oprah or the news. Venus and Serena seem to represent a part of me/myself that I didn't know about until I was confronted with one of their possible deaths.
Is this attachment common for us, or is it me?
At the time, I was on a VERY important business call, but I hung the phone up without any kind of notice. For a split second, nothing. . . no ringing phone, frying fish, no overflowing kitchen sink. . . .nothing was more important than finding out whether or not VENUS had been killed. My heart fell outta my chest, and tears began to form in my eyes.
However, this wasn't just from the regular sadness that I might feel from hearing a story on Oprah or the news. Venus and Serena seem to represent a part of me/myself that I didn't know about until I was confronted with one of their possible deaths.
Is this attachment common for us, or is it me?