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Lost brother

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"But what does this mean, how do you know that about me?" I asked impetiously awaiting for a response as the atmosphere slowly eased until he said the following words: "I'm your brother." "Oh", said I with monotone, such a bad response but how am I supposed to react after finding my brother after he was gone for over a decade. °°°° Joy Smith unexpectedly embarks a journey of self-growth while picking up the pieces of her sealed memories: the letter from her mother are her only lead. Striving to find her lost brother she also finds her identity. Bit by bit she's forced to let go of elements of her childhood as she recovers new pieces of her long lost memories. Her mother's death being the only remaining one. She makes new friends along the way and when things get confortable she's hit with a reality check. Josh being a major one of them. Yet seeming sweet he carries a heavy baggage with him and his calm aura can deceive its contents. The only thing Joy can do is learn to trust again.
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