To my Bug, You are the strongest person I know. The only person I love and the best person that I could ever share this adventure with. I cannot wait to run through the rainforest, climb the tallest mountain, and hike the Pacific Crest Trail with you. We are going to travel the world. The…

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Dear Diary, No. Dear me, No. Dear future self, No. This is not just for me but for the world. For everyone to read. Not just the medical journal and the CNN special. Or even some random posting on the latest social media. This is what it is like on the other side. On the…

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Part One: The Same Day “Oh Clover, honey, I am so so sorry. I only left to use the bathroom.” Nanny, was in tears as we began the long drive home. Her staccato voice echoed in the space, “This is all my fault. I should have just walked away when Linda walked up to me….

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Trilly can’t wait to get her driver’s license, so she can just bring me to the doctor’s appointments without needing Nanny to take us. I know it gives Nanny something to do, and she’s happy to with us. I’m happy-sad that she sold that huge house when Poppy died. That was the year I learned…

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As I watched him over by the tree I began to think how nice it would be to finally kiss him. His blue eyes and black hair were enough to make me go weak in the knees and I could tell by the way he looked at me that he was under my spell as…

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I have always wanted to run. Trilly can run, and it always fills me with that happy-sad, push-pull feeling. I want to be happy that she can let the wind send her long hair flying out behind her like a miniature kite on a string, but there is that whole other side of me that…

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One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi. Boom. Three miles, the storm was already three miles away and I could not wait for the end. I hid under the covers even though the air was getting stale, and I felt like I could not breathe in deep enough. Every intake too shallow, every exhale too warm….

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The Super Hoodie I am her Lilliputian and she’s my Gulliver. Nanny has read Gulliver’s Travels to us more times than I have fingers and toes. She does the voice for Gulliver, but always has me recite all of the Lilliputian lines. I take a lot of pride in having memorised each word, and am…

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