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Thirteen

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LILLIANA - 7 YEARS OLD

I stood by the window and watched all the other children play in the park. They were so happy. I wanted to be there, but I knew Daddy would be so mad at me, like the last time. I saw the pretty blonde girl, wearing pigtails, sitting on that red swing. It was my favourite swing.

Nanny would take me to that park sometimes, at night, because I was supposed to go out—ever. Daddy said if I ever go out, they would kill me like they killed my Mommy.

“What are you doing by the window, girl?” Nanny stormed in as I quickly got down from the stool.

“She is sitting on my red swing.”

“It is not yours, Lilliana,” Nanny scolded. “Besides, I took you last week already. And you know the rules.”

Rules. There were so many I couldn’t remember all at once. All I had to remember is that—no one can see me or they kill me. So, no friends,
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