I Took In My Closest Friend’s Child as My Own and Twelve Years Later, One Hidden Truth Tested Everything We Built

My earliest memories are quiet ones.

Long hallways.

Metal bed frames.

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Days that blended together, marked only by routines and rules.

Birthdays came and went with little notice. So did promises.

I learned early that expecting too much from people only led to disappointment.

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Care was temporary.

Goodbyes were permanent.

Then there was Nora.

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