Chapter 8

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Children around a wood holotable with a cake in front of a little girl with chestnut hair, Tullulah. Her sixth birthday, mum standing with the Polaroid camera and a faint baby bump not Lacey but the miscarriage, four year old me in dads arms pulling his ears.
"- Happy birthday dear Tullulah happy birrthhhhdayyy TOOO you" people sing out of tune, dad yells out the hiphip hoorays and everyone claps up to six, dad making my hands clap. The cake is cut and disappears as fast as it was cut. Mum was a brilliant cook.
It's now night Tullulah is vomiting blood into an ice cream is container first the cake now blood sitting on dads knee, he's rubbing her back and pulling her hair out of her face as she continues to vomit bile and blood.

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