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Next to her was a tall, happy-looking man who had his arm around her He had blonde hair and blue eyes just like Clarke She instantly knew it must be a picture of her father She'd alondered about hie to ask

She picked up the picture and skipped back into the living roo up a bookshelf they'd bought from the thrift store "Mama, mama!" she called in excitement "Look what I found"

Her mother wiped sweat off her brow and looked at Clarke with frustration "Clarke, can't you see I'm busy?" she asked harshly, but Clarke passed her the photo anyway

"Is this my daddy?" Clarke pointed to the e just for a ain Her mother stayed silent for a o away or round, shaking the photo at her So, her mother snatched the photo away and threw it in a pile of trash she was keeping to her right

"He was a quitter, Clarke," she said hter when she did She still hadn't admitted for sure that it was her father

"I look like hie it He's not the kind ofin common with," her mother spat at her

Clarke couldn't stop the tears fro down her cheeks at her et about it, Clarke This is a new life here, and we're never looking back We're going to be iet here So wipe those up and hold your head high Things are going to change around here" As Mrs Bennett spoke, she looked up as if she was seeing so that wasn't there; a dreahter didn't seem to fit into