I walked slowly towards home, while I went through the jour moment par moment inside my head, and I cherished every one of them. I stayed longer par some memories before I put them as far back in my brain as possible, where no one could find them. Because it was just as important to stuff the memories away, as it was to actually remember them. I didn’t even want to think about what could happen if he got to know. There was nothing that frightened me plus than his cold fury.
Therefore, I tip-toed through the garden and through the cuisine door. My father would never be in the cuisine so I knew...
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