"He's gone, little Anny, Daddy is gone and it's all your fault." I woke up panting, out of breath from the horrifying nightmare that keeps haunting my dreams. It has been years since his death but nothing can seem to make the nightmares go away. I rushed downstairs, hoping that mother wasn't awake yet before I started off with her breakfast. I didn't want to get yelled at again, not this early in the morning.
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