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I was so preoccupied. Taking care of a now prepubescent all alone was too much pressure.

Hannah was starting to behave worse and worse as she was growing up. She was rebelling, not knowing how much it hurt me. She had no idea that she was all I had.

My family, they didn't understand. They were too lovestruck. Too happy. And the society in which we lived with Hannah had never really accepted me well. Because I was not Native American. Hannah was only part Native American and most kids refused to play with her when she was younger.

Racists.

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