"One day at a time, sweet Jesus!"
Chiara hummed along to the melody, which emanated from her Grandma's radio.
She dared not sing loudly. The punishment would have been too much.
At age 8, Chiara was quite a pretty child, well spoken and as her neighbours would say "Too quiet."
" I wonder if something is wrong with her." Miss Ena remarked to her husband, one day, as Chiara was pushing the wheel barrow, heading to the house.
The petrol swished from side to side as Chiara tried to reach home before her fifteen minutes, was up.
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The Truth Untold
ActionEverything was gloomy for Chiara. No love, living in a world she created for herself This is the moment to experience the peril, only Chiara knew. The painful inability of others to save her. Chiara continued. Invincible! In a tangle of pain, slaver...
