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Tai Chun Lan

A young infant,
a pickle factory,
left,
forgotten by the world,
alone.

A letter,
pinned to the young infant’s shirt,
her birthday and name printed on the slip of paper,
left,
alone.

A loving family with welcoming arms,
an adopted baby girl,
saved,
together.

That was me.



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