Hope
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Última publicación mar, oct 28, 2014
I wrote this story in memory of my lovely little cousin named Hope. She is related to me by blood, but because of her family background, she has been put into foster homes. My grandparents and I fostered her for almost two years, but had to give her back to her grandfather. After a few months, she was taken from him. At this point, we don't know where she is, but I would do anything to have her back. Hope's life has given a lot of meaning to mine, and when I write future stories about her, I hope she will be an inspiration to you as well.
*in memory of her*
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