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  • A friend of mine read my stories. She was touched by the ones about my real father.

    She looked into my eyes and said, "Even though I may have difficult times with my family, at least I know where I belong. At least I know who I am. At least I know I am loved, and at least I know who to love..." She looked down at the table and there was silence between me and her. She didn't say anything. I don't think she could have.

    And in that silence I heard my heart.


    (photo: Enjoy The Silence by ~ciar4n on deviantART ciar4n.deviantart.com)
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