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Miller was there with his mom. Kesha. She works two jobs, hotel housekeeper and weekend retail. Bryson ran up to me. Miss Pearson, you’re here. I smiled. Of course I am. This is where I want to be. Kesha started crying. You stayed on Thanksgiving to be with us. I hugged her. You’re my family, too.
At 6:48 p.m., my phone buzzed. Vanessa had posted a continue reading …
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