Emily hugged me so tightly that I could barely breathe. “I’ve searched for you for years,” she whispered. I explained that I had never moved from my little house and that my telephone number had remained unchanged for almost twenty years. She began crying harder.
Then she turned toward the young manager, who was standing motionless near the entrance. “Do you understand who this woman is?” Emily asked. The manager attempted to apologize, but Emily raised her hand. She explained that I was the person who had cared for her when she had nowhere else to go. I had given her safety, kindness, and a childhood filled with love.
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