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Life at the barracks felt like a book without words. I was sitting at the window hoping to see Father come back from the factory. Ice crystals had formed on the glass, they looked like little stars, by now I had counted them all. The days were long and lonesome. Mother was very ill at the hospital  and Father was gone for days. Am I totally forgotten? Am I going to stay here all by myself for ever? I knew…..

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