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June 28, 1859
Dear Diary,
Why must things always change?
Kirsten
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Present Day-
Devora sat staring at the ugly, gray wall. Although she liked her social worker she hated this office. It was where she always came when families got tired of her, but it would be different this time, for tomorrow was her eighteenth birthday. After fourteen years in foster care she would finally be free. When she had been young she had hated change, but as she had grown up she had realized change was inevitable. But this was a change she had longed for, for the last several years. Behind her the door opened and Olivia Thomas, her social worker, entered. Devora smiled and looked up, hopefully, at her.
"It's hard to believe its been fourteen years since I met you."
Devore shifted in her chair, remembering those horrible days.
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Fall 1992
She sat on the edge of the overstuffed chair, clutching her bear in her arms. She didn't understand what was going on, but she knew something was wrong. Yesterday, before he had left the house, her Uncle Gilbert had told her he'd take her to the cinnamon roll place, but he hadn't come back. All around her were people dressed in black. Who kept arguing amongst themselves and casting anxious looks her way. Finally one of the tallest ladies of the group approached her. She crouched down in front of her and smiled, "Hello, I'm Olivia. What's your name?"
"Devora," she held up her bear, "And this is Teddy."
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Present Day-
"Yes, it is."
Olivia smiled, "We have several things to discuss, so we'd better get down to business."
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