Fix the Broken (Jelsa)
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Ongoing2h 25m
Last published Tue, Nov 1, 2016
I have never given thought that I would have a loving family...or even discover happiness and the warmth of love. Though who would adopt a child who can't stand the idea of being touched? Or barely leaves the room in the orphanage? As the years went by, I was introduced to the Arendelle family, and they accepted me as their own. They showed me love and that touches can be gentle not hurtful. I now enjoy warm hugs...I now have a family and a sister at that...
When I entered into Avalon High School, I was unaware of the fact that my life would become so interesting. I now have friends and the teachers are wonderful...but that is not all. My life changed when I met Him...
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