"Papa, my school list." I slid the neatly folded paper across the wooden dining table, my heartbeat drumming in my ears. Papa adjusted his glasses a...Read more
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The whispers never stopped. Each step I took, each movement I made, I felt their eyes on me. Judging. Mocking. Pitying. "She walks funny." "Poor thi...Read more
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