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The Map of Small Disasters
adventure◐ Teen5 contributors · 4 paragraphs deep
I read the letters in order, all night. They told the story of every star — the broken arm, the bike, the scraped knees — and how she'd watched over me through each one. The last letter ended mid-sentence about the sea star: 'The truth about that one is buried in the—'
Buried in the garden, under her favorite rose bush, I found a waterproof pouch. Inside was a newspaper clipping: a baby rescued from a sinking ferry at sea, decades ago. The baby was Grandma. The sea star wasn't my wound at all — it was hers, the day the sea nearly took her.
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