I married the boy I grew up with in an orphanage, and the morning after our wedding, a stranger knocked on our door and told me there was something I didn’t know about my husband. My name is Claire. I’m 28, and I grew up in the system. By the time I was eight years old, I had lived in more foster homes than I could remember. I learned early that the fastest way to survive was not to hope. Not to attach. Not to expect anyone to stay. People like to say kids are resilient. What they really mean...
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