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"Aunt Fiona? Wha- what are you doing here?"
She hasn't visited or called since that day...
"Don't worry, Emmelysa, everything will be alright."
"What- what's going on, auntie? Who are these people?"
"Everything's going to be fine."
My head was spinning, and my vision became blurry.
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This was my last memory at home.
The last memory before being taken to the institution.
That was almost 10 years ago.
I wasn't even 12 when I stopped having contact with the outside world.
Everything I knew, everything I believed in, were the values of a sheltered kid.
When I escaped 8 years later, all I could think about and care about was how to survive. But those were all actions based on instinct alone and nothing more. I had no life experience, I didn't know how to
