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After that night three years ago, my whole life changed. We decided to keep what I had done a secret from my parents. I think that Uncle Mal was a little bit afraid of what my dad would do. I'm not sure what my dad would have done either, but I know that I wouldn't have been allowed to see Uncle Mal again, so I kept my mouth shut.
Uncle Mal and I had a long conversation the next day about what had happened. I think that he expected me to feel distraught in some way. I might have been protecting my family, but I was only eight-years-old. I killed somebody for crying out loud.
However, I felt nothing. I didn't lose sleep over it. I didn't stare at myself in the mirror like a monster covered in blood. I didn't get sick, I didn't have nigh
