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one she had carried since she was tiny.
“You are still my mom, right?” she asked.
I gathered her close and kissed her forehead. “Every single day, sweetheart. For as long as we both shall live.”
Milana stood in the doorway, watching us with a soft smile and a few quiet tears in her eyes.
“I am still glad I found you,” she whispered to her little sister.continue reading …
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