Amara's POVAs each drop of rain touched the ground, the view of the village became dark and dull, making it difficult for those standing outside to see what lay ahead of them. Water flowed down the cramped street, carrying the mud and dirt past me, a young girl standing under an umbrella, with my mother and step-father. My emerald blue eyes darted left and right, squinting tightly in an effort to see beyond the darkness and the rain."Mother, do you think he will come? The rain is getting heavier." I said as I placed more strength into my arms to keep the umbrella steady."He will come, Amy " My mother said, calling me by the nickname she usually called me at home. My father passed away seven months ago, and since then, it was just my step father and my mother who were with me. The rain was getting heavy, and the wind did not help, making it impossible for the umbrella to stop all the rain from reaching our shoes. My aunt gave a look to my uncle standing next to her, pressing her l
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