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Emma’s POV I woke up before six am and said my morning prayers. It’s a thing that has been drilled into us from childhood. After my prayers, I felt hungry and decided to go downstairs to the kitchen to get something to eat. It’s Sunday today, but knowing my father he doesn’t go to church, I just hope he’ll be up early enough so I can wrap up what I came here for and head home. I’m already tired of this place and can’t most definitely stand Avery no matter what. I had just finished pouring cereal into a bowl of milk and settling down to eat it when I heard movements at the kitchen door. I sighed and prayed for everything that it’s not Avery coming for an early morning snack like all pregnant women do. The lights suddenly came on and I couldn’t resist rolling my eyes, fortunately it was just my dad. “Emma darling, you’re up?” “Yes, I woke up early and feeling hungry. Good morning”, I greeted him. “Good morning sweetie, hope you slept fine?” He took a bottle of water from the fridge and opened the cap downing it. “My night was okay, I slept okay”, I shrugged in response to him.
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