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Clementine and Mama Tree 🍊

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  Long ago, in a garden that was almost always filled with warm sunlight, there lived a small orange fruit named Clementine. She was round and bright orange, and she liked to watch the sky change colors every morning. If someone looked carefully, they might notice something a little unusual about the way she moved. When Clementine walked, she leaned slightly to the left. It was not very obvious, and many fruits in the garden did not even notice it. But Clementine knew about it. She walked that way because her mama used to walk like that too. When Clementine was very young, she had copied the small habit without even thinking about it. Over time it became part of her. Now she never wanted to change it, because it reminded her of the one she loved the most. The garden where they lived was called Sunridge Garden. It was a lively place where many fruits and trees grew together. The mornings were filled with birds singing and bees flying from flower to flower. When the wind blew softly,...
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The Other Half of Me

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My name is Ghaitsa, but most people who know me well just call me Esa. It is a name that feels like home to me, short and easy and familiar. Growing up, I always thought I had a simple and ordinary family. There was Mom and Dad, my older brother who is seven years older than me, and then there was me. That was it. That was the whole picture, or at least that was the picture I was always given. I never had any reason to look beyond it or to wonder whether something might be missing from the frame. But there was someone missing. There had always been someone missing. And her name was Echa. Somewhere across the city, Echa was growing up in a different house with a different family. She was being raised by my aunt, who is Mom's younger sister. So as far as I knew, Echa was simply my cousin. That was the word everyone used when they talked about her, and that was the word I used too. I never questioned it. Why would I? She was just Echa, my cousin, the girl I had known my whole life wit...
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