"I don't even know why I'm here..."
             I'm walking up the sidewalk to my aunt's brown, two-bedroom condo and I don't even know why. All I can think about is how everything's going wrong in my life and I'm so tired. I've been here so many times that I can't even remember the day they moved in. I know that sidewalk, steps, and porch so well that I could walk them blind.
             As I pause at the door searching for a reason, I get a whiff of the familiar Mountain Spring dryer sheet smell that is flowing from the vent near the porch. It's a comforting smell, one that most people overlook, but I've always noticed it. I gaze up at the sunshiny, blue Kentucky sky. The cool breeze that's frequent during summer whips my sweater around my shoulders and leaks through the sleeves, causing me to shiver.
             My day getting here was not so normal. I couldn't even talk to my mom without arguing and thinking that I hated her. My social life was in the shambles. My mother just decided to pick up and leave Florida. I miss my friends, my family, my boyfriend, but most of all my dad. He may not be my biological father, but I adore and love him. I didn't even get the chance to meet my real father. I didn't get to see where my features came from. He had wanted more then anything to meet me, his child, and my mom took that chance away. I have so many questions and I don't understand what went wrong. She told me this for one reason, to be with her boyfriend or fiancé whatever she called him. What began as an ordinary day is now anything but ordinary. The breeze feels like a fierce, wintry gust. My head hurts, my liveliness faded to a shade of tired. It's too much. I can't handle anymore. I turn the knob and open the door.
             There she stands, her little plump body clad in Osh-Koshes that have Pooh on them, her short brown curls free and flowing on her shoulders. She let's me put her hair up very rarely; she prefers it to be le
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