Lyra remembered hard work. She knew the feeling of going home from school to work until she felt like she would pass out, knowing exactly how to pay the bills for the shop, and how to fix the heater so the store didn't plunge from freezing to Antarctica.
Lyra was nine years old.
She remembered parenting, teaching her little brother what was right or wrong, kissing boo-boos to make them better, giving him the little food she had, hiding him under her bed when her mom snapped and beat her bloody.
Lyra learned a lot in her nine years of life.
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Cancer (Their Story.)
General Fiction(Yo, writing club kids, this is the story.) Two people are connected in a way that they can't even imagine. A profound connection that leads both of them to recovery in the face of mental illness and abuse. They both stand through the storm, letting...
