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The first light of dawn played shadows on my wall. I snuggled in tighter into my cover. Being a teenager was harder than I thought it would be. Early mornings no longer held their previous appeal.
I could hear my family waking, my little brother jumping down the stairs. He was only a year younger than me but there was now so much difference. I was growing up. He was... well, he was staying behind, as my mother put it. Boys grow up when they hit fifteen, and not a second earlier, she would say, and girls always inherit their mothers' practicalness and sense. This morning in particular I felt completely unpractical.
Me and my brother had planned to go to the forest again to plant another tree next to the older ones before lunch, so I stayed in bed and pretended to sleep even when he came in to check if I was awake. I heard him sigh and run back to the kitchen to report my continuing slumber to my mother...