Sky Came Falling

By Kenneth Timper

Sky Came Falling     I remember the day the sky came falling. It started like any other. I woke up to my father cooking breakfast. He dropped a pan, and I heard it ring throughout our small cabin. Before that day, I had never seen my father. I had not seen anything. I had been blind for as long as I could remember. I was sixteen years old, give or take. My birthday was never certain. My father found me abandoned in the woods when I was a baby, so he took me in as his own. He always told me


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