That night destroyed me. On September 09, 1911 I was hit by lightning. That strike changed my life forever. The doctor said I should have died. "But I didn't," I would say, "why?" He would reply he didn't know but I was lucky. I wasn't. But I didn't know that back then. I was completely oblivious to the fact that I would never age again.

After that I celebrated by birthday for about ten more years barely noticing I hadn't changed in the slightest. On my thirty-sixth birthday my eight seven year old daughter asked me how I looked so young. I replied I didn't know, I was just lucky. I smiled at her then and thought how right she was. I didn't look a day over twenty-two. In the years that came I stayed the same, keeping my youth while my husband and child got older and older. It was always a mystery on why and how I stayed so young. On December 02, 1986 my husband died at age ninety-seven. My heart crumbled to pieces as I watched him die. I still looked and was still technically twenty-two. My daughter was sixty-eight. Sixteen years later she died, too. It was then when I truly broke.

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Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading this, it is my first book, feel free to leave suggestions in the comments!💬