Being Alive and Living are two different things. If you were me, if you had my life, you would understand. Being alive is easy for those who are living. Being alive is difficult for those who aren't. And sometimes you just need to suck it up and be brave.
In a small house in a small town, not so long ago, something amazing happened. Not amazing in the sense of saving lives, but in the sense of doing the impossible, or the impossible being done.
In that house lived a woman named Sarah Dinella She had lived a normal life, and she was one of the most "normal" people anyone could ever meet. But that one night, October 12, 1997, a miracle occured.
As Sarah was having supper, she heard a knock at the door. So, she went to open the door, and as she stood up she heard a noise. This was not just any noise. She thought that she had heard a baby crying.
"Impossible" She thought. But then she heard another cry, and decided to investigate. She walked out of the kitchen, only to see a newborn baby laying on the couch wrapped in a pink blanket.
Sarah gasped and picked up the baby. After a week of trying to find the baby's mother or father, she decided to keep her. The baby was named Kathrine.
I know, I know, it sucks. This is only the prologue, so it will get better!
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-Alex