The project is going well but my life doesn’t seem to be. Mom and Dad are fighting, I feel like I’m twelve again. Hiding as they yell and swear. Mom was wearing a white shirt and I feel like I saw a purple bruise on her back. Dad isn’t home as much and Mom is a mess. I didn’t want to tell you too much in the other letters because I didn’t want you to worry but it’s too much. I told Daffi too. He held me as I cried, right now it feels like he’s the only person I can depend on. I’m grateful for him putting up with me during whatever you might call what’s happening.1234 copyright protection848ＰＥＮＡＮＡhKkpY7c18r 尼
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