Take me Home
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Last published Tue, Jan 12, 2016
Leaving your home country wouldn't be easy right? It's just who knew it would be this hard. Zlata hadn't when she had moved from Russia. She had been orphaned before she had even opened her eyes. Her father dying in war and her mother in child birth. Leaving Russia at 12 to be brought to america she thought her life would change, but her luck didn't catch up with her as she was taken from a bad foster home to a worse one. To one who finally teaches her the meaning of home, but will she accept it?
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