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“No! Please don’t burn that!” I screamed while my father threw my grandmother’s handmade quilt into a flaming barrel behind our house.

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is what happens when you go behind my back!” my father, Gerald, bellows above the violent crackling of flames.

He throws another stack of my sketchbooks into the steel burn barrel. My heart slams wildly against my ribs. He found my secret acceptance letter to Sinclair Community College. Inside this house, Gerald Thornton rules like a king. He keeps continue reading …

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