Dear, My Thereafter

Dear, My Thereafter

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Ongoing3h 25m

Last published Fri, Sep 18, 2020

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' ONCE BITTEN, TWICE SHY' " I stood there as I eyed a unfamiliar black SUV drove up in our drive way, crawling slowly towards us." " She's here honey" I heard my mom said beside me, as she placed a hand around my shoulder and whispered in my ear. " It'd be fine darling, Aunty Terry will take good care good of you." she finished, while my dad load my luggage in the car. " Hi, you must be Tashash, I am your Aunt....Terry." the lady from the SUV said to me. And that's where my new life began........... Stay tune, Read along cause it only gets real from here.

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