The first Blow

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" Hi.. My first draft I am brave enough to publish . This story is in the first person POV , some conversation clearly played in her mind . Enjoy "

' I was seven years old today '
I remember those day like its just yesterday . My first blow . First attemp my mind try to covering my madness . My hearth ache .
"Why are you crying, mum? Who was yelling ? "
"Your Aunty , who else? Why are you so dirty? " she tried to wipe her tears
Yeah .. Like a seven years old me didn't know what tears mean .
"Was playing kite, Mum where's Sunny? " I didn't see my seven months sister . A sister which untill these present day never recover from her childhood.
"She's napping . Go have a bath . I will prepare Dinner"
"When will Dad home? "
Wrong question.
Even untill now , I know it will be still taboo .
She just srug and said " I don't know , Sky "
Im Skylar Raven . I live in London for as long as I can recount my memories . I was told I was Different. Clearly its not 'a good different'

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 25, 2015 ⏰

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