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I was less gloomy after the night Heather had fed me. And everyone noticed it. I seemed to have regained some energy. I worked hard and didn't complain. Aunt Christina would still scold or insult me. But I wouldn't cry or show that I was hurt. I didn't care. She too wondered why.

From that night I hadn't had the opportunity to speak to Heather again because there wasn't a way. I only saw her.

In the morning I would see her leave for school with Sawyer. She would look at me in a shy manner, and when I smiled, she would blush and turn away. Her little visit...