The first realizing.
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I am two, maybe three years old.
I am upstairs with my Dad in his room. My sister is here, she is coming in growling at me again. I am not sure why but she does this. I don’t know why she is doing it. Dad is coming out from the bathroom, half preoccupied with what he is doing, half checking in on us. I am looking up at him. Telling him something. He is responding but it is not anything to do with what I am saying.






