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Jan 2019
Nothing hurt my eyes any more

than seeing the

strongest girl I know

cry.



Then why wasn't I?



The golden light loomed over us

as we were told

our bedrooms could change

soon,



for a brick building in the city

was about to serve no more.

And my only bit of hope

balanced on the promise

my parents will do their very best
November 29, 2018

I explain my sister's reaction to learning we may have to move away.

I had already heard of the news from my parents, but they had told me not to say anything. My dad's workplace was closing, and my parents said they were going to do everything in their power to keep us in the same town.
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