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By Karmella Ramahn

I was too young, clueless

I hadn’t seen my dad in nine years

No cards! No calls! No presents!

He was self-serving

My sister ,Goddess, threw

Everything away for us

My mom relented

kissed me good-bye

Things will never be the same, I thought

But now I’ve found A place called home

Because of my

        Sister

         Uncle            

There’s a place    

I can call    

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