October 20th

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October 20th,

            Anabella had officially stolen all of my hats.  I realized it this morning when I was getting dressed.  I reached into my closet to grab one and there was just an empty space on the shelf.

            I waited in school for Anabella and she walked up wearing my dark green beanie.  I couldn’t be mad at her for stealing them; she looked so cute in them.  Something was different about her today though.  “Did you straighten your hair?”

‘Yes, you like it?’  She signed and then ran her fingers through her hair.

“No.  It’s pretty and all, but it’s not you.  I liked the curls better.”

‘Thank god!  It took me two hours to straighten it this morning and I never want to do it again.’  She signed and I laughed.

“What made you straighten it?”  She looked down at the floor sadly and then signed, ‘My mom used to wear her hair straight.’  I hugged her and she started to cry.  She missed her mom terribly.  I ran my fingers through her silky hair.  She leaned back in my arms and looked up at me.  She pulled her arms free and signed, ‘Promise me you’ll never leave me, ever.’

“I promise.”  This was a promise that no matter what ever happened, I swore to anything and everything, I would never break.

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