xxii.
as i got up to my "new" bedroom,
i layed out my usual writing materials.
i took record of all the things that had happened.
the words of the old lady replayed in my mind.
what had she meant by that?
after all, she only had two grandchildren.
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precarious
Short Story❝what happens in this family doesn't concern you.❞ © poltaeroid
