When you are little you are protected. You don't know of the poverty and destruction going on in the world. You don't know of the violence and hurt we inflict on each other. But at what age do you become old enough to know? At what age is it ok to tell your child, that the damage this world has endured, lies in the hands of the human race? We created this carnage, now we have to stop it. I was seven. In my eyes still a child but in the world's eyes, I had become old enough to know that a life can be taken by one single metal bullet, plunged through the heart. My mother was told he was killed in action, that he fought for as long as possible but didn't make it and they shared their condolences. One black car with tinted windows, two men in suits and three words that forever changed my life. My father's dead. • • • • • • Join Sophia Hamilton as she embarks on an adventure to find her self, as well as secrets from her past she never believed to exist. Throw in a group of boys and who knows what will happen.
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