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Gaby, Youth
Unity Center
March 2012

I sit and think about the day they took my oldest brother away. We had left our country due to war and famine. To seek better opportunity in the land of liberty and freedom. But now that he is gone it seems so unfair. My mother cries constantly and hopes he is well. Life isn’t the same since he left. I miss those happy days of not worrying just happiness. Maybe one day we will reunite again but until that day I will continue to worry for him.