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Chapter 8

Autor: Sugar Berry
The next morning, Mom went to Grandma’s old house.

Her hand shook so badly that it took her three tries to get the key into the lock.

The moment the door opened, dust drifted into the air.

The pencil marks Grandma had made to track my height were still on the living room wall.

Age seven: 4'0".

Age nine: 4'5".

Age eleven: 4'11".

Beside every mark was a note in Grandma’s handwriting.

'Lena grew again today.'

Mom reached out and ran her fingers over the wall.

Dust coated her fingertips.

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