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That morning,
Giselle stepped out of the car with Gesha, who was clutching her stuffed bunny tightly.
“Wow, Mommy… is this the house?” Gesha asked, her eyes sparkling.
Giselle smiled softly. “Yes, Sweetheart. This is the house where Mommy grew up.”
The house still stood strong, even though it had been unoccupied for a...