Jan 23, 2020
The first visitor
The first visitor was a visitor in a white summers dress, brown hair, golden eyes. Clark’s sandals. Brief case. Whiteboard.
My dad set room in the middle room for me to meet with her. I was 9 maybe 8. Not sure my age never really seems to fit in so many scenarios.
She was strange, I didnt really want her I wanted to see my mum. My mum had been gone for days. Noone would explain to me what was…
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