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Returning Home
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Ongoing, First published Oct 15, 2013
I was kidnapped at age 2, I always thought the lady taken care of me was my mother, though we didn't looked alike. I was home schooled, never left the property. I always thought this was normal. She was an alright mother, even when she took her anger out on me. After 14 years, I realized it was time to leave the house. Since I stepped out of the house, and bumped into a friendly woman, my life changed for the better. I understand my life was a mess before this. It's not okay to be abused and mistreated, I always thought the outside world was the same but I am happy to have taken a chance to leave the house.
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