With a violent tug on
the blinds, Anya's mother filled the room with gushing intense sunlight.
'Do
you know how late it is?' she questioned.
Anya
was still half asleep, she struggled to comprehend her mother’s words.
'Anya!
Get up, it's half twelve, you're supposed to be visiting your grandmother' she
screamed as she lifted the duvet to expose Anya's pink bunny pyjamas that her
father gave her before he moved away.
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