Chapter 10
IRELAND'S POV
I was out. My frail and tiny body for right through the window. I grabbed my bag and looked back at the house. I saw Dani and him kissing on the couch. I waved back. I was gone. I wanted to be gone.
I walked down the beaten down sidewalk. I felt like the sidewalk. Beaten up. And being walk on all over. Tomorrow was my birthday but dad forgot. He probably just remembered Dani's.
My backpack was heavy on my back. Now I saw the highway. Big. I breathed heavily as I walked on the sidewalk. Ahead I saw the park.
I saw a girl with her dad. He was chasing her around while she had a kite in her hand. I felt a gentle tug at my arm. I saw pretty nails on my shoulder. Then I looked up to see a blond girl.
Her smile was amazing. Her teeth were white and she had dimples. She looked like the girl daddy described. Hanna.
HANNA'S POV
I knew it. She was my own daughter. She looked like her daddy and me. She looked shocked.
"Mom?" She said.
"Ireland." I said, as I sat on my knees at her level.
"I thought Id never see you," she said as she grabbed my head and hugged me.
"I missed you." I said hugging her back.
"I thought you were dead." She hesitated from the hug.
"I was but then." She said.

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