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I'm curled in the chair like a fetus. "Growing pains," echoes in my head because... 

Nevermind.


With one look at a neighboring lamp, it falls to the floor in slow motion. Everything I look at falls but makes no sound as not to wake my sister. She can't hear it. She can't feel it. 

I wake up from my daydream to my father walking into the room where I sit still as a painting. 

I sit there.

My dad leaves. 

I'm a ghost. A ghost that doesn't haunt families, women, men, wives, grandparents. I haunt myself.

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