At night, my father enters the room alone. "Your mother had to take Porter home to get some shut eye. He's still got school in the morning and everything."
I nod in understanding and my father slumps into the same chair Porter snored in earlier today.
I picture Porter there and think of all their similarities. They share the same coffee brown hair and dark eyes. The same lightly freckled faces. They even share endless patience and caring. I'm so glad Porter is like him in the good ways.
My father snoozes and I smile at him, thinking that this is another moment I am sincerely glad to be alive for. A tear I can't help slips down my cheek and I brush it away hastily before I fall back asleep.
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Still Here
Teen FictionAudrey Summers is going to kill herself today. She's already thought everything through-even taken the precaution of flipping family photos around so absolutely nothing can discourage her. But before she gets the chance to follow through with her s...
