Prologue

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Prologue

February 27th 1968

Tumbling, Turning, Alone.

My closed eyes see darkness as I fall down, the wind whipping my short black straight hair across my face. Down, Down, Down I fall. Then I stop. That is all I remember, and from then on, I had Mum. Only Mum. She won't tell me what happened to Dad. She doesn't talk about him. I miss him. He was the only one who knew about my secret other than my grandma. The only ones who knew what I was. Grandma is now goodness knows where. And dad's somewhere. Gone forever.....

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