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It was a package from her father.
Her dad was sort of like a traveler... at least, that was what she assumed he was. His job always had him jumping from city to city, country to country. He'd been to almost everywhere around the world, and every few weeks, he would send her a letter with a little souvenir from his stay. This time, it was a miniature Eiffel Tower.
So he's in France again, she mused, studying the two-foot tall replica. A small chuckle escaped her lips. It was about time he remembered to get it for her! He really should've thought of b


Not AnymoreShe used to wait by the door for her mother to come home.
Sometimes, she had to stay up the whole night to get a glimpse of her. She didn't mind; it was a small sacrifice to make so she could welcome her mother home. She often woke up curled up on the floor the next morning. On days like that, she would search through the house, calling for her mother. She'd sigh heavily when she was answered with silence. However, she would perk up immediately. If her mother wasn't asleep in her room, then she would be home very soon. She just had to wait a little longer.
She used to tell her to come home soon.
Her mother had a lot of friends, and she fre



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