I've been trying to find my parents ever since I could walk and talk. They told me I was a year old when they dropped me off at St. Agnes, yet I don't remember them. I don't remember a place they called 'home'. The word 'home' can have multiple meanings, can't it? My tiny old van that smelled like stale chips could've been my home. The Bus, where I met people whom I could call family, could have been called my home. So why do I feel so empty? Why do I feel like my entire life was a lie? Is it because everything that happened months ago wasn't real. Or is it because the question I've been asking since I could talk had been answered a year ago and I didn't even know?
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The Gifts Of Life- FIRST BOOK
FanfictionEmotionless is a word people would use to describe me. I once believed it was true. Not anymore. If I was emotionless, how could I love that one person no matter what? How could I love him after everything we've been through? It's simple. Ask the tw...
