The day we lost our baby

The day we lost our baby

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My names Emily Nolet and today I'm meeting my parents... Emily sat in a tiny dark room the only light source was a dim lamp in the far left hand corner. Her long blonde hair fell effortlessly around her shoulders she was wearing a white top with plain jeans, she had been given little to no clothes as her foster family they had 8 adopted children and Emily was one of the younger and very short for her age ,14, so all the old clothes were passed down to her she wished to wear something pretty for her second meeting in her life with her parents She had not remembered the first as she had been 2 days old she didn't know anything about her parents apart from they were nineteen when they gave her up and not married.
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"What happens when a girl haunted by a shattered past finds herself in a family that doesn't know how to mend what has been broken? Seven brothers. One hidden truth. And a secret that refuses to remain buried." Alia was only fifteen when her world fell apart,once again. Years after enduring a trauma no child should ever have to face, she is thrust into an unfamiliar life, far from everything she once knew. Her mother has remarried, found happiness, and embraced a new beginning. But for Alia, healing is not as simple as turning a page. Now living in a grand house with seven stepbrothers who are little more than strangers, Alia carries scars that cannot be seen and memories she cannot bring herself to share. Beneath her quiet exterior lies a pain far too heavy for someone her age , a past she has spent years trying to outrun. They call her family. They tell her she is safe. But Alia has learned that safety can be fragile, and trust is not easily given by those who have been hurt before. As buried secrets begin to resurface and old wounds threaten to reopen, Alia finds herself standing at a crossroads between fear and hope, silence and truth. Will this newfound family become the refuge she never believed she deserved, or will the shadows of her past follow her into the only place she has left to call home? When silence speaks louder than words, can love be enough to heal what was once broken? Hare Krishna ✨

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