There is an unfair responsibility that comes with being the only child. I was to never disappointed or be the disappointment. My parents were my only ..
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I looked past the horizon, where the blue touched the orange. My hands formed the L measuring the setting sun. It was just past 6; my father taught me..
Every summer before middle school, Bella and I would look at old scrapbooks we made for each year. Every page had a snippet of our life. Our fingers s..