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Drowsy and angry I sit up and look for the source only to

ys… I don’t have anything lined up. Then it hits me like a bullet train that tod

ing into the mirror my shoulder is already purple. Making a mental note, that I need to drop it off at the clinic to make sure it was n

to go with sandals but since I need to be practical, I go taupe colored closed small block-heeled shoes. Taking the shoes in my hand, I walk over to the vanity table and after brushing my hair I put the

tices me and smiles softly, “Good Morning, dear. You’re awake ahead of time. Should I prepare the

ork done as I ask. That’s all I ask for. The heavenly aroma of breakfast enters the lounge and I

ng inside.” Then knock 3 times more, harder. This is o

turns his head when a shadow is cast in front of him, and he smiles. Putting his laptop aside, he signs me, Good Mornin

d, sissy.” He

t worry, Owen. I am alright. So, are

I have a choice that allows me to skip

arkness. He knows it as well but never takes it for granted. Sometimes, I’d wish he would. Then I may ju

owing that he’s like this because of me. Yes, he was just a regular kid before the accident. It greatly affected his hearing. The docs are saying that if

but stand by his side and hold his side. He would endure it, smiling at

and I see Owen smiling at me, “Don’t worry! You’ll start look

my good arm on his shoulder we head downstair

in line and making sure we don’t starve to death.” The m

which consists of Mona

consequences. The man looks in his 40s or something and looks as though he’s seen a ghost. Hmm… I have yet to introduce myself so what’s spooked him? Looking behind him I see