She Reads It
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“Dear mom,” the letter began easy enough, detailing why Mari wasn’t at the table, as was her habit every weekday before she left for her classes. “I have been thinking about my birth country a lot,” continued the letter.
“I got a message from an Ethiopian family member on Instagram. My aunt, the one we believed died, has been alive. She only recently passed away.” Elsa gasped, her eyes blooming with tears as she continued reading. The rest of the letter would leave her dashing for her phone.
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