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I’d understood what the beautifully draords really said I knew the truethe correct uide had insisted that I renounce ize for my rebelliousness My father masked his fear with embarrass that otten the best of ued that I was fanciful and difficult, and he’d dragged me away Away from the lovely words, and away from the museum, lest the man discover that I was accurate ina language that was not ed tightly out of fear and relief My father reminded me how unsafe it was for me to share my ability

With anyone

Ever

I was six years old, and it was only the second time I’d seen my father cry

The first hen I was four and he’d killed a man

The door to my room opened, andwith her the soods that see in the restaurant

She nodded her head toward Angelina "You should be sleeping too, Charlaina It’s a school day tomorrow"

"I know, I’laise and cl Bdifharlaiosed the book, which I could no longer concentrate on anyway

She sat down on the bed besideers "You look tired"

I didn’t tell her that she was the one who looked tired That her golden features had grown faded, her proud stance weary I was never convinced that my mother had been born to work such a hard life

Maybe no one was

I nodded "I am"