this was my childhood home. After my parents passed when I was eight, I was sent to live far away. The trauma had erased those early memories. But Blue—he never forgot. He had waited here, for years, hoping I’d return. The journal from my mother filled in the gaps. And Blue, the dog I didn’t even know I’d lost, had brought me home. That day, I didn’t just find a dog. I rediscovered a forgotten piece of myself.
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