CHAPTER 13

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I'm laying on my bed.

I'm watching the roof of my room.

It is full of little stars that glow when it's dark.

My dad put them when I was a kid.

When everything was okay.

They were alive.

My grandma was healthy.

I was happy.

We all were happy.

It's funny how all can become a mess within a second.

A single tear goes over my cheek.



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