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My mood had changed drastically since my semi-reconciliation with my father and my finally laying my hands on what was rightfully mine. The hot spray of the shower cascaded down my bare back and I closed my eyes, listening to the hum of my own voice. Today was going to be an interesting day, I could feel it.
I turned the shower off and grabbed a nearby towel, then tied it round my waist. The cool air of my bedroom hit me like a ton of bricks and I sighed. The time read six-fifty am which meant that in the next ten minutes, Sarah’s alarm would wake her up. I watched as she slept so perfectly, like a baby dove who was yet to discover its wings. It was hard to not smile especially when she had one arm holding on to a pillow for dear life and a vice grip over another pillow with her leg
