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“Daddy?” Lily looks up at me.

I look down at my baby girl in my lap. “What’s up, baby girl?”

She pauses, thinking over the best delivery of the question.

“Why don’t your legs work?” She says softly.

I’m shocked por the question. “Well…” I start. I don’t know how to answer. There’s so many things involved. I put my hand behind my back. “That’s a good question, baby girl.” I say, not really there.

“It sounds like a long story.” She says, with all the empathy a six ano old could have.

“It’s really long.” I chuckle. “But I think it’s a story for when you’re...

You looked at him. "I'm moving" you said. His smiled faded into a frown. seguinte week You got moved into the house. You moved into the rich neiborhood. You hated it there so much. "Y/N you have to start dressing like a Soc." your mom said. "Fine" you said and folded your arms. You called Ruthie as soon as you moved in. You had a week off of school. "Hello?" "Hi Ruthie it's Y/N" you said and smiled. "Oh hi so you got moved in?" "Yeah. But I was wondering if you wanted to go shopping with me?" "Yeah for what?" "I'll tell you when I see you" you said. "Okay where do you want me to meet you?" "At...