83: The Tiny Dancer

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TAYA’s POV :   - - - - - One Week Later - - - - -   “Taya, honey,”   This morning, I woke up to my mom’s voice calling after me. I felt the bed dip and I stirred and groaned. I slept pretty late last night because I was binge watching Stranger Things on Netflix.   And since I’m not a high school student anymore, aren’t we done with this?   “Wake up, sweetie,” she said again when I refused to open my eyes.   “Mom, what is it?” I sighed dramatically. “It’s Saturday morning… and I’m not in school anymore!”   “I know, but you have company downstairs,” she said.   Out of curiosity, I peered my eyes open. “Who?”   “Who else,” she smiled knowingly. She leaned down and kissed my forehead, saying, “Oh, and happy birthday, sweetie,”   That’s right! It’s my birthday today!  

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