“When her foster mom handed Areum to me, gratitude was all I could manage — a quiet promise that we’d see each other again. I held our daughter close as the elevator doors closed, tears blurring the moment into memory.”
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“When her foster mom handed Areum to me, gratitude was all I could manage — a quiet promise that we’d see each other again. I held our daughter close as the elevator doors closed, tears blurring the moment into memory.”
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