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Trusting My Inner Voice

 

The year after my mother died, my father packed up all of my belongings in trash bags and sent me to live with my maternal grandmother. I was seventeen. One day after I’d gotten settled, I co…

Source: Journey to the Center of My Heart: Trusting My Inner Voice

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