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Letting Go of Home

My sister was the bravest person I knew. It changed me forever. They taught me to be honest. Every Sunday mornings, we would play chess. Now that they're gone, I find myself doing play chess alone, remembering. Family isn't just blood. It's the people who shape you without you even realizing it.

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