I curled up in the closet, desperately breathing in the scent my father, Warren Foster, had left behind.His clothes were always neatly arranged and freshly laundered. Just looking at them made me feel safe. I buried my face in his clothes, feeling my life slipping away.The closet was dark, just like the night Dad had left.But this time, I wasn't afraid.That unfamiliar voice had told me that if I gave up my life, Dad would come back. Then Mom wouldn't have to be so sad anymore.I closed my eyes, and my consciousness gradually faded.When I came around again, a robot was in standby mode in the living room. I floated in the air and curiously reached out to touch its head.It had a round head and could make sounds just like me, so my mother, Melina Foster, had named it Roundy.She said she was going to find a way to bring Dad back, so she had Roundy take care of my meals, bedtime, and homework.I was really thrilled. With Roundy around, Mom finally didn't have to work herself
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