Eighteenth Letter

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  • Dédié à Mom; I love you
                                    

Dear God

Today was a happy morning. We ate together - me, my two brothers and a sister (yes, she's finally home) and mommy, daddy. They were fighting only once. Then we hid under the table and it hid us well. But why do they hit each other and why mom was crying afterwards? She hid her own face and her ears were covered with blood and we tried to help her, but she wouldn't let us. I don't want to see her crying like that anymore. It hurts.

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Your girl

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