The day started like any other birthday since I could remember the kitchen filling the enclosed spaces of the house with the most delicious smell of my fathers famous chocolate gravy and biscuits, the smell strong enough to make my mouth water nonstop as I wake from my deep sleep. footsteps echo the empty halls as they come closer and closer to my closed door. I shut my eyes as quick as I can pretending to be asleep so I dont ruin my traditional wake up birthday surprise. I have turned ten big double digits. The door slowly opens my mom whispering, "shhh dont wake her we haven't set up yet" they tiptoe to my bedside with the count of three they begin singing "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you we wish you would wake up so we could sing this to you" I giggled knowing they knew I was awake "good morning mom and dad don't you think i'm too old for all this" they looked at each other as if the world has just ended "don't say that lady bug you know you will always be our baby plus you are only ten you can ask us that again when you are eighteen" my mother said followed by a giggle. At the time we didn't know that tragedy would soon strike and they would never see my eighteenth birthday.
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the rusted path to closure
Teen FictionA girl named lydia's parents mysteriously die on her 10th birthday on her 18th birthday her and her best friend from the orphanage landon set out on an advernture of their life time to uncover the mysteries of her families secrets and to figure out...
