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Day 31

One day I sat on my couch watching the newest episode of my favorite Disney Channel show. My four-year-old brother sat next to me, with his baby blanket in hand and his touseled head of hair resting on my shoulder. His thin-rimmed glasses fell off his nose as he dozed into a deep sleep. The morning sun peaked through the curtains after hours of early restlessness. I adjusted my position on the couch by putting my feet up on the brown leather ottoman in front of me. My eyes drooped as my attention remained on the television, my body heavy as I sunk into my seat. I could hear my godmother’s light footsteps down the old wooden stairs, opening the door and entering our vast, ornate living room.

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