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The supplies Tracy and I required were running short, so was the money that was needed to buy them. When I found out he wasnâ€™t coming back, every bit of hope I had inside me was drenched and shoved aside by worry, for us and for Dad. But Tracy became my anchor, and my responsibility. If we wanted to make it, we had to believe that there was hope left.
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