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My pulse quickened.
“It wasn’t sent to me.”
“The shoebox was for my sister, Luna. She was seven.
I was 11.” Chenda’s eyes filled with tears. “Luna was sick. Really sick.
The doctors said she had maybe six months.”
“Oh my God.”
“She had leukemia. We had no money for treatment. We were just waiting.”
I couldn’t breathe.
“Luna decided she wanted to live,” Chenda added.
“She fought so hard. We found a charity that paid for treatment. She survived.”
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