Haven ignored the small talk at the end of the table. She eyed the young girl picking at the fruit, noting the child's expression. It was as if she had never eaten fruit before. [i]Maybe she hasn't.[/i] Haven often had to fight off the bigger children at the home previous to this one in order to save food for the smaller ones. Of course the parents at the home didn't care who ate what. Neglectful parents were a constant in Haven's life and something she never saw changing. [i]Just a few more years and I can be my own authority. No more relying on anyone else.[/i] She picked up an apple she saw within arm's reach. She started running the fruit along the table, cracking the skin, and planning an exploration of the house after she ate.

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