Time to Spread My Wings
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I got it. That day, I realized I didn't have a home anymore.
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In the morning, after I packed my luggage and came downstairs, Jillian walked up to me, holding a bowl of creamy mushroom soup. She beamed at me.
"Wanda, try the breakfast I made for you."
I looked at her fake grin, didn't say a word, and moved past her into the kitchen. Suddenly, she slipped, and the scalding soup dumped all over her.
Mom and Dad came running when they heard the commotion. Their hearts shattered at the sight of the bright, angry burns on her hands.
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