CHAPTER 2

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They checked me in and brought me to my room. The receptionist was behind bulletproof glass and she had red lipstick on her teeth. She looked at me sympathetically and I smiled gratefully back. She looked mid forties and she was totally checking out my dad. I mean for an old guy he's pretty good looking. We share the same bluish green eyes but his hair is jet black. Him being a cop has helped with the no body fat. Wish I could say the same. I look almost exactly like my mom. Slightly full lips, bronde hair, and small noses. The only difference is our eyes. Hers were almost black. Both my parents were cops. Then Mom got shot in a gang fight when I was 14. Always Daddy's little girl. Dad walked me to my room. The walls were bone white. There were 2 hospital beds shoved on each end of the room with a long desk in between them. The dark skinned nurse escorting us said, "Your roommates name is Tatiana Ramirez. Anorexia." The nurse looked about twenty or so and she seemed friendly. Her name tag said "Jada." Dad walked in, put my bag down on a bed and finally looked me in the eye. My dad has cried 4 times in my life. When I was born, when Randy-his partner-died, when mom died, and now. He cried and stepped forward to hug me. We stood there embracing and sobbing for what seems like hours. We probably looked like idiots. I kept apologizing for this. He shook his head, "No pumpkin patch. It's society's fault." He kissed me on the cheek and with that he left.

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