Twenty Four
I finished cooking breakfast and woke the kids to come downstairs to eat before going up to call Martha and juniper. “Wow this looks…really good” Martha smiled as she licked syrup off her waffle, “what did you expect, I’m a pretty amazing cook” I flattered myself, I watched juniper as she kept playing with her fork lazily around her plate. She looked so unhappy. “Juniper” I called and she raised her head up to look at me, “are you okay sweetie?” I asked “i-um, I’m fine” she smiled nervously and focused back on her plate, Martha looked at me and I signaled to her not to push it or ask further questions. Juniper has been through a lot, yes I know and I’m not disputing that, I mean she lost four out of five of her freaking fingers and that alone can be traumatizing. Plus her best friend’
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