Telling
November 12, 1983: I asked her to go with me after our snack in the kitchen, and then I told her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed and I just blurted it out. Papa´s dead, I said. He didn´t want you to know.
She put her hands up to her face and cried.
She put her hands up to her face and cried.
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