Not an orphan

Not an orphan

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How would you feel if you were taken away from your mom, who you spent all your life with so suddenly, and she was all you had. Subirah was kidnapped from her only mother along with her sister to an orphanage somewhere far, really far, situation gets worse, she gets adopted by American parents and was flown to America, away from her home country. She couldn't speak English and couldn't tell her new parents of her story, but as soon as she learns English, they discover the secret. *Please take time to enjoy this lovely novella, and if you like it put positive comments so I can complete it. *If you have found errors like grammatic errors, spelling, plot holes, and more please let me know but in a nice way.
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