Prologue

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My life is nothing special living is a gift something my parents werent lucky to have. They died when I was four. But I rememder nothing about them not even their names but I do remember the pain I felt never having to talk about boys or wondering if I would be daddy's little girl. But I don't have to worry about that any more because I found out who I am and who I was meant to be.

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