Warmth
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I miss the warmth. I miss the warmth of a family. I miss the warmth of life. My father was a great man but he died and I had nothing. I am forever grateful for Alex and Max but I can't piggyback off of them forever. Born and raised in sunny California, I wonder if I will ever soak in the warmth of the sun or die in the heat.
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"Always kiss your children goodnight, even if they're already asleep." - H. Jackson Brown, Jr. I have been wide awake for 17 years and yet my parents have never even held my hand and let me experience what it feels like to have a protective father or a nurturing mother. The walls of my house have grown thinner over the years. The windows make me want to know what it would feel like to jump outside. The kitchen makes me want to run and hide from my mother. The empty bottles of wine makes me want to fight my father. Should I fight a bit louder or laugh a bit quieter? Should I beg my parents to take my hand and let me go or should I sleep forever just to let it grow silent forever? My name is Paige and I wish to be happier.

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