No one asked them to take me in, to care for me. My heart was as broken and battered as my body, my mind screamed for the loss of my love. Slowly they taught me that my world did not end with him, that I could survive.
I couldn’t tell you when survival became living, or when I discovered that there was still hope in the world. I couldn’t tell you when I came to love them, or when they came to love me.
Together we are a family.
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