CHAPTER 57
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Updated : Oct 12th, 2020
Once Jason is bathed and sleeping, I walk into my bedroom, running a hand through my hair. The strands have grown considerably long but I don't hate it, I'm beginning to realise it's not the length or colour of my hair that makes me who I am.
It's my actions, my thoughts, my feelings and my friendships with everyone around me.
I walk past a mirror hung on the wall and stop, turning to face it. For once in my life, I don't despise what I see. I don't hate who I am. The corners of my lips...
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