![]() ![]() Then I run out of the house and head to the place where Safta and I talked about her love for this place. Then my hand reaches out and slips the paper out of his extended hand.Ī wave of sorrow and confusion makes me freeze. "As in if you want me out of your life, if that will make you happy, then that's what I want for you." He takes papers out of his suitcase and holds them out to me. He glances sideways at me before rummaging through his bag again. When I enter the house, I walk up to him. My legs are a little numb from having the mutt on my lap for so long, but I scurry to get up and follow him. ![]() ![]() Did he just say "fine"? I think he did, but the word still doesn't register. I keep looking at Mutt and rubbing his tummy so I don't have to look at the disappointment of my life. Maybe deep down I want to hurt him for not being there for me the past sixteen years of my life. I knew as the words left my lips it would hurt him. ![]()
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