Picking Up The Pieces

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Sierra's P.O.V.

I felt so bad for all the stuff David went through, no child should have to go through that.  He was still in a depression, I tried to cheer him up as much as I could.  "Is there anything I can do?" I asked him.  He just shook his head and walked to the living room with something in his hand.  I couldn't quite tell what it was, and I couldn't really ask David what it was.  I walked back out towards the living room, I glanced at the walls and looked at all the photos of a cute little family.  There was a mother, a father, and two children.  One a little girl, about 5 years old.  And a young boy, about 12 years old.  The two children were hugging each other so tight.  They looked like the perfect family, not like I would know what that feels like.  Was this David's family? Before the incident? I asked myself.  I then continued on into the living room, to see that David was just sitting there.  Perfectly fine, he looked as if nothing happened at all.  I walked over and sat down by him.  "Hey, thank you so much." He said to me.  "For what?" I asked.  "For listening and believing me" he said.  "No problem" I told him with a grin on my face.    

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