Grace
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"YOU ARE NOT HER MOTHER AND SHE IS NOT YOUR DAUGHTER, WILL NEVER BE" He yelled at me. I'm too stunned to speak. "Don't say that", I said slowly. "DONT YOU DARE SAY THAT. I MAY NOT BE THE ONE WHO GAVE BIRTH TO HER. I MAY NOT BE THE ONE WHO CARRIED HER FOR NINE MONTHS BUT I AM AND WILL CARRY HER AND HER LOVE FOREVER IN MY HEART. SO DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT TO ME EVER AGAIN" I said with tears streaming down my face getting washed away by the rain and the hurt on my face getting masked by the dark night surrounding us. Avery Thompson is a 19 year old girl enjoying her weekend when suddenly a great responsibility fell upon her shoulders. Now she has a 2 year old Grace to take care of. Will she be able to do it? Will she be able to withstand everything that life has prepared for her? Will she make it through?
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