My mother had always told me turn right at the fork of the willow tree,or I would see,hear and do things that would change my life forever,and that I would regret it.
And I had listened to her, that was until that fateful day of March 29th, the day of my 12th birthday.

And underneath a haze of memories, I knew there were things to discover.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

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