Rachel Esselle
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As a little girl I never felt safe. I remember being 11-years-old in my house crying for home.

Oh, little Rachel, I wish I could go back in time and tell you that you would someday be home.

And you. Yes, YOU, reading this. I hope you know, too—that it will get better. Keep going. I believe in you.
10:08 PM - Mar 06, 2024
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