“Why?” Ginny’s mother’s words echoed in her ears as she slammed the screen door and ran away as fast as her legs could carry her, “Why can’t you be like your sisters? They are clean, they are smart, why can’t you be like that?”

Tears bubbled and streamed from the corner of her eyes. With one motion, she swiped the tears from her face and kept running despite the house was no longer in sight. There’s only one place she’d go in times like these. There’s only one place she’d go where she’s not judged by anyone for being different, for being the black sheep of the family.

It was soon she reached a small wooden house. From her pocket, she fished out a small golden key she had always kept with her. “Whenever you feel sad or unhappy or anything at all,” her grandfather said once upon a time as he pressed the key onto her small palm, “you will always have somewhere to go with this key.”

Pushing the key into the lock, Ginny turned the key until she heard a faint click. Smiling, she pulled opened the door and entered into a world of make-believe.

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