Egg

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Eggs.

They come from a chicken and we eat them.

They were just a type of food. But my life was about to get scrambled, fried, and poached, I know this doesn't make sense at all but in other words my life is about to be sunny side down.

Living on a farm was hard. So I was used to bad news and such. But this hit me like tornado in the middle of August.

"Kate, come down stairs we need to tell you something important." My parents never told me things so this must be pretty big.
I run down stairs as my I tie my hair up in my two pig tails.

I was surprised to see my parents sitting on the couch with another person. We never have company was all I could think and I'm about to find out why this kind man was here.

I made eye contact with this "kind man" and they glared back at me. This wasn't a normal glare it was a mean one, one that looked suspicious.

"Mom do I need to go get the eggs out of the coop?" My mom looked at me and immediately looked back at the person. "Sit down Kate we need to talk."

Why is he here was the only thought running through my brain.

He started talking and my heart sank.

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