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- Authors: Clarissa Wild
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My cake goes untouched as I stare at the fork in my hand. I can’t
swallow another bite. I thought I could celebrate, that I could forget my
worries for just a few minutes despite my parents not being here with
me. Even though it’s my birthday, it feels as though I’ve aged fifty years in
Drops of rain clatter against the windows when the phone rings
again. My heart beats in my throat, and I immediately pick it up from the
table. The sound of the melody sends a shiver down my spine because
the last time I heard it, my papà cried over the phone. Threats were
issued. People were shouting and screaming. And then a few gunshots.
The line was cut off.
My heart stopped at that moment, and I rushed to gather everything.
However, my body is still weak; my muscles are barely able to
support my fragile body. My thin frame wasn’t ready to carry such a
hefty burden, and now it would have to run.
I knew then that I would never make it out in time. I would never be
able to outrun them.
As I hold the phone to my ear, I listen to the heartbreaking sound of
my papà’s unsteady breathing.
“Papà, are you okay?” I whisper.
The sudden feeling of my best friend’s hand on my shoulder almost
makes me jump up, but I appreciate her support.
My papà groans. “I’m sorry, bambina. They tortured me. I’m so
“Papà, what did you do?” I say. My friend and I exchange worried
He coughs, spitting up something. Probably blood. “I told them where
you’re staying. I’m sorry.”
Lightning strikes at the moment my heart stops beating.
“They’re coming. Run. Hide.”
This is it. I knew this moment would come, but I am prepared …
prepared to sacrifice everything I have.
I look at my friend, and she nods silently. We both know what we
“I’ll go grab everything,” she says.
She grabs my hand and squeezes it tight before leaving the room. I
sigh and return my attention toward the phone. “I understand.”
“I’m so sorry, bambina. I’m so sorry …” My papà begins to cry, and it
makes me shake in my boots. The raindrops outside cascade in rivers
down the window, casting a dark shadow over the bedroom.
“I love you, bambina,” he says after a while.
“I love you too, Papà.” My voice fluctuates, emotions taking over as I
almost crush the phone in my hand, so I decide to end the call.
A lightning strike tears my eyes away from the window. Being so
close to danger makes me realize just how much my desire to protect has
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