“Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them” –~George Eliot.
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(Elian)
Orphanage. The whisperer. Sister Sofia. Memories came barelling. Elian closed her eyes as she remembered her time.
She had spent four years in that orphanage. That was the time she remembered in her life, before she was adopted by Soren and Rosanna. The four years before the orphanage was still blurry and vague for her. Except some dreams she often had these days about the woman who took her away when everything around her burned... the other parts of those years, with a mom and dad and friends, it was long gone. She hoped with all her heart that she might one day remember those days.
Memories are precious!
And she would cherish every moment with the people she loved, people who loved her.
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