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  • I was playing football in the garden with a boy that was older than me. I was like 6; he was 15.

    My parents were yelling from up by the house.

    The boy approached me. He looked at me. He looked at me and had this look on his face. This look like he didn’t know what to do. He was just frozen, not knowing what to do. He asked what I wanted. He asked if he should stay or go.

    I was confused by his reaction. I told him he should stay and play some more ball.

    When we were done, and he left, I went back up to the house. My mother was crying. That was when my parents split up.
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