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truth of present and future

It was my only option

TWENTY-FOUR

“Soreat,

soreatness,

and soreatness thrust upon them”

~ William Shakespeare

DONATELLA- 8 YEARS OLD

“Do you feel better now, Super Dad?”

“Do not start withall I can not to—”

“NOT TO WHAT?”

My eyes snapped open and I rolled over in my bed…my bed?

“Keep your voice down, she’s sleeping!” Daddy yelled

Rubbing my eyes, I sat up and looked over to Wyatt’s bed, but he wasn’t there

“You do this all the ti me!”