Can he? Will he? Should I hope? He's my life, my anchor, my will. Realizing I was still in my bedroom, I cursed and rushed to dress. But as I dressed, my life shadowed before me. The decision I made now, in this moment, would undoubtedly change the peaceful life I have had. I heard my fathers word in my head. Traitor, he would say. But not my mother, no, she would say" make your choice and live to love it."
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