My eyelids grew heavier and heavier as I listened to Moms fairytales.
The heat of the fireplace nicks at my cheek, kissing me with its warmth. The blanket wrapped snugly around my shoulders traps in the comforting heat.
"Della," My Mom drawls. "Della was born to change our world."
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Space Egg
ActionWhen she would walk down the street in the dead of night Elfy would look to the sky, and stare at the stars. It would ease the boredom. She would count the stars, one by one, one by one, one by one. Until she would trip on a rock and scrape her knee...
