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My stomach healed up fine, with a lot of scarring where I was cut. I kind of hated it, but at the same time was grateful that I had healed up well. December 20th came up faster than could have imagined, and Hugo and I took the train home. 

On the way, we talked about life and the stuff happening in it. The second that we arrived, Hugo barreled into my parent's arms. I carried off our suitcases and hugged them. 

"Rosie! Hu! We missed you so much!" My dad said. "We missed you too!" Hugo said, and I laughed. I loved seeing my little bro so happy. 

We went home, and it kind of felt weird after what had happened. This was a familiar feeling, I had it when I got my scar, and decided to hide it. I kind of regretted it now, because i felt my parents would judge me for keeping a secret that was this important. 

I had to remind myself that this was for the best as I went up the stairs to my room. 

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