My Aunt Sandra lives in a small two bedroom house by herself, and now she has me.
When we pull into the the drive, a woman walks out the front door. She looks to be about the same age as my mom. I get out of the car and stand in front of her.
“You look just like your father,” she says.
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Imaginary
Short StoryWe all have had imaginary friends, Some of us just never lose them. {Short Story / General Fiction}
