Staring at the letter in my hands a shiver runs down my spine. Today was the day my mother died, today was the day I became a man, slave to the man I call my father, but above all today was the day I painted my past and named it My Family Portrait.
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Family Portrait
Teen FictionDylan Stone was an ordinary boy, living in an ordinary home, with an ordinary family. That was until one day when his mother became sick. Fallen and crushed he found himself in a black suit, standing in the rain, with his father beside him, as the t...
