was a happy child from about five to seven. Life was simple, filled with laughter, play, and the warmth of my mother’s love. I believed the world was safe, full of small joys. Then one day, everything changed. I was taken from my mother and sent to live with my aunt and uncle.
I remember my first Christmas there. Snow covered the ground, the air was crisp, and my uncle was outside hanging up the lights. My aunt was preparing food inside. For a brief moment, it felt magical, warm, like maybe I had found a new family, maybe a place where I could feel loved. But that moment didn’t last.
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