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VIRGINIA PRODAN<br />
them, and they didn’t treat me as though I belonged. I only<br />
wished I knew the truth about where I did come from.<br />
That night, I lay in bed, thinking about what the neighbor<br />
and her daughter had unknowingly revealed to me. A growl<br />
erupted from my stomach. <strong>The</strong>re were only stale crackers in<br />
the cupboard. A real family would not have left me for weeks<br />
with little food and no money.<br />
A thud on the side <strong>of</strong> the house made me bolt upright<br />
in my bed. Was someone coming to kidnap me? <strong>The</strong> Gypsies?<br />
Were they back? I peeked out my window. Branches swayed<br />
and tapped the house. Not Gypsies. Maybe a limb had fallen<br />
against the house. I studied the shadows <strong>of</strong> the nearby trees.<br />
Those trees were strong, like a fortress. I need to be strong<br />
too. I sighed and slunk under my covers. I needed sleep and<br />
strength for work tomorrow.<br />
*<br />
Even though I knew them only through the stories I read,<br />
I knew a lot more about my imaginary friends than I did<br />
about my parents, Stephen and Elena.<br />
I knew that Stephen was much older than Elena and that<br />
sometimes he acted more like a grandfather than a father.<br />
He loved our dog, Azorel, so much that upon coming home<br />
from work, he would go to see Azorel first and then come to<br />
see us. He exercised his parental authority only if Elena was<br />
upset with us—otherwise she was the strong, powerful disciplinarian,<br />
especially toward me. Sometimes even an innocent<br />
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