I was 8 years old when I was surprised by my dad coming home. I was learning my lefts and my rights, and I started counting by 2's.
I was 8 years old when I watched my sister out of the window. How she jumped into a random man's arms. A man I didn't recognize, a man that was my dad. Did this nan know me? Did he know how much I liked to read? Pete the Cat, Dork Diaries, and so much more?
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My testimony
SpiritualThis is a little bit of my testimony, it's still a work in progress, but I thought it should be something for me to share :)
