Prologue
"Just once more sweety," my mom said, her face glowing. She picked up a thick branch, and held it out. I took a breath, focused as much as a five year old could, and kicked out. with a loud thwack, the branch snapped in two. I smiled, and we went inside for some cookies. As we started eating, my mom suddenly got nervous. She asks me to hide, so I did. As soon as I was well hidden, I listened to someone slam the door. I heard my mom pleading with someone, then gunshots, then silence. I realized she was dead.
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