The Author of the Kindred
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An individual's hardship is subjective, their reactions vary from person to person. All we have to do is be present, not just physically "be there", but mentally aware of what that person is trying to convey. It goes without saying: "Blood is thicker than water". Ask yourself, have you done anything that conflicted with your soul and the expectations of others?
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