Dika laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling. The last of her brothers was finally a nation. She was proud and happy for him. Yet she couldn't help but feel sad.
All her family were countries. She wasn't. She never had been. She's always remembered being taken care of by someone who wasn't her. She's always been under someone's them. She was the odd one out. Her papa was a country, her aunts were countries, and now all her brothers were countries.
She turned to look at the window, know she would never be a country like the rest of her family.
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Book of Random Thoughts
RandomJust me saying whatever comes into my mind. You don't like it, sorry. If you do, great. I don't really care anymore, so yeah. Have fun reading!
