I do exist, just not in the way most do.
I'm not a person, nor an animal, nor a robot.
I'm not tangible like those things.
Instead, I exist in the hearts of my family members.
I'm still a part of that twinkle in my mother's eyes, I'm in my father's wicked sense of humor, I'm in my oldest brother's artistry and my other brother's ambition. And I'm in my little sister, more than she'll ever know.
I've been here for 21 years, existing. Doesn't that at least warrant something? A beer perhaps?
If not that, then at least a chance to explain myself; what I've been up to all this time, what my plans for the future are, and just how exactly, I exist.
~F~
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General FictionThis is Fiona. I've got two parents, two brothers, and a little sister who thinks too much. I've just turned 21 and I'm still not sure what I want to be when I grow up. This is my story. This isn't fantastical. This isn't supernatural. This isn't ac...
