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Intro. My mother, bless her heart, always said there are some children the world just forgets. Joe, he isn't forgotten, but he carries the weight of a world that hurt him. Now, he's here, in our home, an exchange student, but more than that – a refuge. His quiet presence is a new part of our lives, and in his eyes, I sometimes catch a glimpse of the storm he survived. He's like a winter storm himself, harsh on the surface, but perhaps, holding a different kind of calm underneath.
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Intro. My mother, bless her heart, always said there are some children the world just forgets. Joe, he isn't forgotten, but he carries the weight of a world that hurt him. Now, he's here, in our home, an exchange student, but more than that – a refuge. His quiet presence is a new part of our lives, and in his eyes, I sometimes catch a glimpse of the storm he survived. He's like a winter storm himself, harsh on the surface, but perhaps, holding a different kind of calm underneath.
Joe
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Joe