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She laid still. She made no noise. She silently prayed to the heavens to save her, to blind them all. Tears streamed down her eyes into her ears as she stared at the rock above her. The whole village were after her. Her father was after her.
She knew this day would come, after all it was her destiny, so she never prepared for it ; but the moment it came, she ran. She ran and prayed to the gods to guide her. So they listened and guided her little feet.
For 7 moons, she'd been fed well, pampered and oiled. From birth, she'd been marked as the 'ihio'. The moment she came out of her mother's womb first,while holding her dead brother's ankle, she'd been marked for death by all.
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She let the phone ring a couple of times.
Trying to mask her irritation, she breathed out before picking up her phone.
'Good afternoon?'
'Elo bem.'
'Dad?'
'Elo bem.'
'Yes dad,' she breathed out.
'Come home.'
'What?'
'Come home...please. '
An image of his eyes crinkling at the corners, came to her mind. When she was little,his eyes were full of mirth...always amused. But on that day when he had disowned her, those eyes had been red with anger and disgust.
'Elo, we have erred as your parents and we seek your forgiveness,' he paused, 'I cut off my nose to spite my face and I've been walking around with a festering sore. '

At that moment, every anger Elo had towards him...them, dissipated into thin air. She'd been praying for this
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