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Other children...Yes. But father told her not to think about the other children. Never. Not that they are enemies, just not to think. She was not like them. Not at all.
She never questioned her father's reasons. Nor his decisions.
Maybe...but...no...
-Sit Asiac, please. Here is the dinner.-Thinking was interrupted by his voice.
She sat herself at the round table. Plate...napkin...fork...knife...everything was the same. She took deep breath.
He looked at her with question in his dark black eyes. Those eyes which were so deep and full of some sorrow.
-What?-
-Nothing...just...no, nothing Father.-
Without a word he put a dish in front of her. She did not see him eating, ever. Always was there but without his plate...fork...napkin...
She took a knife and cut deep into the trembling dark red thing in the dish. Blood started pouring from it. Fresh, warm blood...she felt hunger...deep...deep hunger. For a second, before taking her first bite she looked at him.
His black eyes were sparkling.
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