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“It's so good to see you.”
“You too. I've missed you, Bon.”
I have missed her. When I was a little girl, I was sent to live with my grandmother for a few months. Bonnie was a girl my grandmother fostered for a while. We were both six and became super close.
Bonnie didn't come from a broken home; she wasn't abused or hurt. However, she was put into foster care because her parents were involved in a car accident, and they had no other family members close enough to take care of her. Bonnie's parents were both hospitalized for quite some time. My grandmother was their friend and took Bonnie in for six months before her parents were well enough to take her home.
Bonnie and I stayed friends. Each time I was sent to my grandmother, Bonnie and I hung out. Or so I've been told. Remembe
