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Searching for Cheryl
By Christina Weigand
“Mom, why did we move here?” Chrissie yelled, stomping into
the kitchen of the farmhouse. “I want to go home. Cheryl isn’t here.”
Irritated, Mom set down the cake mix she was mixing. “You know
why we moved here. It was too hard to stay in that house after your
accident and Cheryl’s death”
Chrissie ran out of the room. “I was fine in our old house. I could
still talk to Cheryl and I didn’t miss her so much,” she cried as she
grabbed her jacket. “Whenever I needed her I could just go to our
room or the old tree house.”
“Chrissie, stop. Where are you going?” Mom called out as she ran
after her. “It’s almost dinnertime and you still have homework.”