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The day my sister passed away, my world stopped — but I had no time to grieve. Her seven-year-old daughter, Lily, was suddenly alone, and I was the only family left who could take her. I remember standing in the kitchen, my heart racing as I begged my husband, “She’s just a child. She needs us.” He shook his head, saying gently but firmly, “We can’t continue reading …
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