I was 11 years old when my mother brought him home and the first thing I saw was a full head of black hair. When I looked at him, his little fingers were pointing up at me. From that day onwards, it’s always been him and I. When I moved to Australia he was standing at the window , waving and wiping his tears on the lace curtain. We meant the world to each other even when we lived miles apart. We never lost contact as we got older and he rang me all the time to see if I okay. I will always think of him and he will always be in my heart.
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