Recovery

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" Uncle Rhett? " He asked.

" Yeah, uncle. Rhett. " I smiled and pulled him into the hug. A lot of tears were spilled that night, but all happy tears.

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It didn't take long until I was out of bed again. I was training to walk normal, up and down the stairs. But in between training I was on crouches. Everything seemed fine. Link was my dad, Rhett my uncle. I had a family.

We all moved into a bigger apartment and I got my own room, a big red room with a lofted bed with a desk underneath.

" But remember baby girl, if you ever can't sleep and need someone. Just wake me up. " Dad smiled at me.

I smiled back and he helped me get in the last few moving boxes.

" Where's uncle Rhett? " I asked.

Dad smirked and winked playfully at me and chuckled.

" He's trying his luck with a lady friend. If you know what I mean. "

" The ladies ey? " I giggled.

Dad placed a small moving box in the bookshelf. He stood on his toes and put it as high up as he could.

" What's in that box dad? " I asked.

" The box? You'll figure that out. Sooner or later... "

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