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So I was home and we were a family again. Or were we? Amy wrote home to
Australia about this meeting, “There was Raymond, a big eleven year old walking up
the path. What a reunion after five long years. But where was my little six year old
whom I knew so well? I felt as if I had two boys, one whom I knew and understood,
and one whom I hardly knew at all.”
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So I was home and we were a family again. Or were we? Amy wrote home to
Australia about this meeting, “There was Raymond, a big eleven year old walking up
the path. What a reunion after five long years. But where was my little six year old
whom I knew so well? I felt as if I had two boys, one whom I knew and understood,
and one whom I hardly knew at all.”
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