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Where I Belong

My mother was the strongest person I knew. We thought it would last forever. They taught me to never give up. Every summer evenings, we would work in the garden. Now that they're gone, I find myself doing work in the garden alone, remembering. Family isn't just blood. It's the people who shape you without you even realizing it.

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