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Sunlight

When my father left I was seven. His sunglasses sat on the television for weeks after he was gone. All that time I hoped that he would come back for them and for me.

I'm grown now. Living alone I wanted something to take care of. I bought a jade plant. I've watered it and repotted it but its branches and heavy leaves still turn from me toward the sunlight and the open window.

Story by:

Shea Newton

submitted at 12:34am

22 June 2010