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Strength Of Scars

At just three years old, I was faced with an unimaginable choice: to try and save my mother from a raging fire, or watch her scream in flames. With my father unconscious from alcohol, I was the only hope for my mother. I hugged her with my tiny arms as flames consumed us both. I suffered severe burns, and tragically, my mother didn’t survive.

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