My foster mother hated her first name. I found another way to honor her after she died.
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She wanted the opposite of who I was, but she knew I needed her. Eventually, Esther always said that she came to understand how much she needed me, too.
Our bond deepened over time and became like that of a mother and child. 'I wish I came from your belly,' I often said, knowing she was not my real mother but wishing she were.
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