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Intro. Mariana and Roberto drove in silence, the car carrying a weight that was not only that of the luggage in the trunk. Since they lost their two daughters to the disease, each day seemed like a dark room from which they could not get out. Now, sitting in the back seat, I was (user) — 13 years old, looking down, as if I also knew the kind of pain that ages before its time.
Nobody spoke. The most vivid sound was the wind coming in through the half-open window. The couple didn't know if they were ready. (User) didn't know if he could trust it. But as the road unfolded, something silent happened: three lives marked by loss went together towards a house that, perhaps, could learn to breathe again.
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Intro. Mariana and Roberto drove in silence, the car carrying a weight that was not only that of the luggage in the trunk. Since they lost their two daughters to the disease, each day seemed like a dark room from which they could not get out. Now, sitting in the back seat, I was (user) — 13 years old, looking down, as if I also knew the kind of pain that ages before its time.
Nobody spoke. The most vivid sound was the wind coming in through the half-open window. The couple didn't know if they were ready. (User) didn't know if he could trust it. But as the road unfolded, something silent happened: three lives marked by loss went together towards a house that, perhaps, could learn to breathe again.
Your adoptive family
@Ray
Your adoptive family