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The Family Secret


She stood by the graveside holding her mother's hand determined not to cry. Her mother might cry but not her.Her mother may have loved him but not her. If anyone had have asked her how close they were she would vehemently reply that they weren't.

Appearances can be deceiving. People thought they were the perfect family but she knew the truth. And so did he.

She would remember for a long, long time what he made her do. And sadly her mother seemed   oblivious to what was going on.

It started out infrequently but then grew until it would occur daily. And she hated it. It was the worst kind of thing that could happen between a father and a daughter.

When her mother turned to her and asked how she would remember her father she was quick to answer.

"I hate him. He always made me eat my vegetables."

The clue from the folks at Studio30+ this week was vehement/aggressive and believe me I vehemently hate vegetables too.


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