uring my lifetime, there were
several times that I could have
Dand should have died. The very
first time my death should have
occurred was when I was four
and a half years old. My biological mother left me, my 18-month-old brother, and my six-week-old
brother alone and abandoned. For three days, I
was unable to reach a faucet for water and
definitely could not open the refrigerator; we
became dehydrated and malnourished.
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