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I smile. She lets me go and takes my hand.

"Go tell your father," she says. I nod, grabbing the piece of paper.

"Where is he?" I ask.

"Upstairs."

I walk up the steps and into mom and dad's room.

It's deathly silent.

"Dad?" I call into the quiet.

I turn on the light.

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