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Seventy-one

Kiara's pov

I held Dan in my arms tightly once I left the hospital. Grabbing extra blanket to hold to cover his body closely. The weather is getting more cold maybe because it's already Christmas period. I can count how many times I have had a special Christmas celebration. Back when I was a little girl, I'd walk around the road and jump on my toes like a ballerina, then I enjoyed the cold breeze which would usually sweep my hair to and fro until they cover my face. One special feature I had then which I was so sure the other kids were so jealous of it's my hair. It was long and flowing, black and straight that even a slight wave gets it flowing. I never need to apply oil on it to make it shine and glow neither do I have to kill myself before I could be able to comb my hair, I little brushing leaves it straight again. Because of this, I never miss those moment when I will run on my toes and dance like ballerinas during windy weather.

We made our way to our inexpensive one room bedroo
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