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Washed up
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Continúa, Has publicado may 05, 2015
The water was washing the sand as the tide came up and went back out. I was watching my sister as she was quietly playing in the sand looking for little seashells. My parents were eating their lunch which they had made at the house before we had left. My parents thought it was good that we go away for a weekend because they are always so busy. I can't remember the last time we did something like this, when they told me I thought they were sick. Now that I am here I think it is a good idea. My sister loves the water, I like to watch her  play in the sand and touch it softly. When I turned around to go back and get my drink, when I came back she was gone.
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My mother was braiding my hair and had prepared my favorite breakfast; honey maple pancakes and bacon. I wore my favorite blue dress and my favorite black flats. My father had prepared gifts for me. They'd gotten me a new bike, a paint set, a flute, and a book called Shallow Waters. After breakfast, mother let me go ride my bike. It was light blue, with a beige little woven basket on the front. As I rode down the hill near my home in the country, sailing by the flowing tall grass, feeling the gravel beneath the tires, breathing in the cool air, all as my dress fluttered in the wind behind me. I had grown up in that home, lived there since I was a newborn. When I returned home, there was a car in front of the house.