The paper cut

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Mama told me to cut some onions because she didn't want to ruin her make-up . I was immune to onions and making people cry. I got that from my father.

I miss my father and my brother. I wish they could come back. They have my little sister with them. He told me they would come back one day.

When will that be? A month? A day? A week?

I haven't seen the boy from the woods anymore and I hope I never do

I might like him and I don't want mama mad at me for liking another race.

I don't want mama angry.

I felt a sharp pain and I saw a small cut on my finger. It looked like a paper cut and then I put my finger to my lips to stop the blood from flowing.

Mama will be very angry if I get blood on the onions.

I don't like mama angry .

After dinner , I took a bath and soaked myself with orange soap. It's smelled like mangos.

I put soap on the cut and it hurt really bad .

When I got to my room , I went to the window and I saw him. He was by the lonely tree of what I like to call it. The lonely tree and the boy hmmm how nice.

He looked up and waved and I waved back. He was smiling

I'm glad he didn't see the paper cut.

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