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It is almost pitch black…

…I’m lying on the top bunk while my younger brother is lying on the bottom. He cannot sleep, and so he is crying. Because he is crying, I cannot sleep. And so I am crying. My mom enters the room to tend to us. How I love her. The parallelogram of hallway light creeps in as the door grows more and more open. I see her bend down as she approaches the bottom bunk to comfort Nick.

After that, the rest is blank.