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Submitted to Contest #333
TW: Fatal illness and anxietyA clinking sound rang throughout the kitchen, a demanding fork hitting the glass in front of the oldest child. Glassy eyes looked up to the head of the table, where the young girl sat. She was a simple-looking one: blonde hair tied back into a long braid, her cracked lips pursed as she stared down at the worn baby blue dress. Her fingers clenched the fabric as her younger siblings continued to stare, hoping for something she could not give. “Emilia?” the youngest finally said, breaking the silence. “What is it?”...
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