Nadia was packing to run away from home. Into her backpack went her favourite doll, her dress-up clothes, her ‘My Little Pony,’ and some cookies salvaged from that day’s lunch. She thoughtfully added a warm sweater. It might get cold.

She could hear his voice downstairs, talking and laughing with her mother. Hating him, she furiously zipped her backpack.

Why did he have to show up and ruin everything? It had always been she and her mother, and they’d done just fine. Who needed a daddy?

Stealthily, she slipped out the back door. Nobody even noticed. Nobody cared about her.

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