The next morning went in a blur. I did the same routine- wake up, bathe, get ready, have breakfast."Bye, aunt Sara." I said, about to leave the house."Wait. When will you be back?" She said."Why?" I asked her."I wanted to discuss the decorations for your birthday."After I learned about my family history yesterday, I am not in the mood to celebrate my birthday. I am scared and afraid because I don't know what could happen at that moment. I don't know what to do. I just want to get away somewhere and start over forgetting everything that happened in the last few days."No, I am sorry. I won't come home today. Or for a few days in fact." I tell her, knowing she won't object ,atleast not after what happened yesterday."Why?" she asks, but does not object. I think that's good."I am going on a trip with a few friends," I told her."Why didn't you tell me yesterday?" she asks, sincerely hurt by the fact I didn't tell her yesterday because I always tell her things."I kind of forgot afte
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