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“She said yes, but her mom won’t let her leave.
She doesn’t trust that I won’t abandon Chenda once the excitement wears off.”
“Send me the address. We’ll figure it out.”
But I already knew what I had to do.
I didn’t sleep that night. The next morning, I bought a suitcase and booked a flight.
I had no plans. Only a mother’s heart and a promise to keep.
I’d never been farther than Florida.
Now I was stepping off a plane into suffocating heat, into a country where I couldn’t read signs or understand voices.
Chenda and Tyler met me at the airport.
She was maybe five feet tall, with long black hair and eyes that looked like they’d seen too much hardship. She hugged me like I were already family.
“Just call me Mom,” I said, and watched her eyes fill with tears.
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