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Two weeks after my grandfather’s funeral, my phone rang with a stranger’s voice saying words that made my knees buckle: “Your grandfather wasn’t who you think he was.” I had no idea the man who raised me had been hiding a secret big enough to change my entire life.
I was six years old when I lost my parents.
The words “foster care” floated around the house. That idea terrified me. I thought I was going to be sent away forever.
But Grandpa saved me.
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