PassPort

Follow the Abara family as they state and finish the journey of a lifetime.
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My grandmother paced her room rapidly, waving her Bible every second or so. Her ancient beautiful face had dark circles the size of oranges and wrinkles that stretched further than the Atlantic ocean. She was praying. Not the type you would see on a typical day. This is the same way she prayed when my grandpa got sick. My grandpa was bedridden for days. It was an unimaginably difficult experience for her and everyone else. She did what she knew best; she prayed with all her heart. Days later my grandpa got better. He was stronger than ever before. This time my grandma asked God to bring Kwame home safe. He listened...