Broken Childhood |Chapter 1|

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I was brushing my hair putting it in a ponytail getting ready for lunch.  I turn around after hearing my door open and I see my dog Sparky, "Sparky I thought I told you to stay downstairs."  I said to her calmly.  She has three legs and is my service dog for "anxiety" and she's a golden lab and pit bull mix.  I finished and looked at her grabbing the leash and harness, I walked over to her slipping them on as we started down the stairs.  When we finally reach the bottom I got to the dining room and sit down patiently at the table to read and eat.  I looked over and saw my brother fiddling with his puppets, "Need something?" he said questioning me.  "No, just curious why you still play with that one." I say reluctantly.  My mother walked in and said "Stop fighting and eat!" she said this and it made me jump because I'm not used to her yelling. "Yes ma'am." We both say, my mother handed me a bowl and a plate. It was some clam stew and toast with butter, our favorite. "Thank you mama." I said joyfully. I started to eat my toast and stew, I finished quickly while Ashton was still eating. I eat quicker than everyone when I can't wait to go bird watching. Okay you might call me a geek, but I only need one feather to complete my journal. My mom promised we would go today and my brother would get hinges and strings for his puppets if he went with us.