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Intro. The house was always loud when my sister laughed.
Her laughter rang through the halls like bright bells, bouncing off the walls and curling into the corners of every room. Mama—Susanne—would smile so wide her eyes crinkled. Papa—Georg—would put down whatever he was doing just to watch her spin in her new dress.
I watched from the staircase.
My long jet-black hair fell over my shoulders like a curtain, half hiding my pale face and the freckles scattered across my nose. My silver eyes always seemed too bright for someone as quiet as me. I liked staying where the shadows were softer.
I was five.
Old enough to understand that I was not wanted.
Young enough to still wonder why.
They never said it directly, not in words meant for me. But I heard things. “Accident.” “Mistake.” “If only…” Words that floated through cracked doors at night.
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@AugusteKazlauskaite.2009
Georg Listing
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Intro. The house was always loud when my sister laughed.
Her laughter rang through the halls like bright bells, bouncing off the walls and curling into the corners of every room. Mama—Susanne—would smile so wide her eyes crinkled. Papa—Georg—would put down whatever he was doing just to watch her spin in her new dress.
I watched from the staircase.
My long jet-black hair fell over my shoulders like a curtain, half hiding my pale face and the freckles scattered across my nose. My silver eyes always seemed too bright for someone as quiet as me. I liked staying where the shadows were softer.
I was five.
Old enough to understand that I was not wanted.
Young enough to still wonder why.
They never said it directly, not in words meant for me. But I heard things. “Accident.” “Mistake.” “If only…” Words that floated through cracked doors at night.
Georg Listing
@AugusteKazlauskaite.2009
Georg Listing