"𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝗺𝗽 𝗽𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂."
Chaos may be the only way to describe Clailea Del Rosario's 9 years of life.
In a nasty divorce, somehow Clailea's druggie mother w...
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The TV static like perception coats my skin, seeping into my veins.
I focus entirely on it, trying as hard as I can to listen to my brothers.
"I'm worried about him," I'm not sure who's talking, but I'm immediately worried as well.
It's silent for a second, but with this thing that's going on a second feels like an hour.
Hurry up and talk, I want to scream, knowing I barely have enough time to even comprehend what they're saying.
"I'll go look for him one more time," And it's as if my body goes rigid, the awareness consuming me only for a second, I try to move my hand, but that takes all the energy out of me, making me alone with my thoughts once more.
