…The Past…Rachel sat before me as I drew her, and finally when I was done, I passed her the sketch. Her eyes lit up.“It’s beautiful,” she said, but then tears filled her eyes, “If only your mother could see what a boy you’ve become.”“But she never will.” I’d clocked ten years a week ago. Now, my stammering issues were gone, and over the years, my bones grew stronger, so I no longer needed any kind of support to walk.But she wasn’t here to see any of it, because she’d given up on life, and on me.“She’s looking down on you now, and she sees it all,”“No Rachel, she’s dead and gone—buried six feet under.”“Don’t say that!”“Then stop lying! My mother isn’t some guardian angel watching over me. She's gone and she’s never coming back.” Rachel paused, “He’d been here, hadn’t he?” She questioned, and I nodded. My father had paid me a visit only hours ago, and the bruises on my back were the result of it. Rachel picked up a bow, filling it with water, then she took the small towel, wet
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