I couldn't take this any longer. My dad is at work, but never came back. My mum is still finding food, but never came back. This is driving my head insane. I quickly went to my closet. I put my little cotton dress on, my long socks on and dusty brown shoes on too. I ran as fast as I can through the hallway, then the kitchen and finally the door. I opened the door and hurried through the crowd. I tried to find mum and dad by looking at all the madams and the sirs faces. But I can't it's so cloudy out here and that I'm quite short that I keep being knocked by them, that I couldn't even see anything.
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A Little to Live for
Proză scurtăIt is year 1930, and I was in my bedroom looking at the window, alone. Just alone. While watching kids and adults walking around with cardboard in front of them with writing on it. I can't clearly see what's written on it. But let's just say, there'...
