The Fifth Daughter

The Fifth Daughter

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My hands, Small and delicate, precise and gentle. My ears, Tuned and peaked from years of practice. My voice, Numb and barely existent, but a symphony to all when used. Me. Ophelia. The youngest of five and the light of my daddy's eyes. "Ophelia."
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"Mommy, I'm sorry,"I cried. She shook her head,"I told you Jam, you were too young for all that bullshit." "I know mommy, I said I was sorry, what else do you want me to say or do? I just cant do this by myself." "I didnt raise you like this, you are no daughter of mine. Go back to where you came from." She slammed the door in my face making me cry harder. I knew what I did was bad but we all live and learn, right?

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