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Lizzie's Story

Lizzie came to me this afternoon and asked if she could write a story and put it on my blog. Thinking she was doing something made-up, I was surprised to see her writing about her own life. She did ask me to edit her writing (I didn't even know she knew that word, "edit") I left it just as it is. This is Lizzie, in her own words, at the age of 8.


This is my story. My name is Lizzie or you could call me Elizabeth. You might know my mom Sarah, she is really great. She took me and my sister Ellie in when I was 3 years old and my sister Ellie was going to have her birthday in a few days she was going to be 1 year old. So how I got taken away from my birth mom was that she made poor decision in her life. I was moved many times when I was younger. And I also got taken away from my birth brothers. It was not fun but I knew God had a plan that I would be adopted and live with these wonderful people in a great house. It wasn’t fun but like I said God always has a plan for me and for you!




This is my story from Lizzie.

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