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They’ve gone.

I’ve been thinking about this day for twenty-five years. Growing up half a world away, with a new name and a new family, wondering whether I would ever see my mother and brothers and sister again. And now here I am, standing at a door near the corner of a run-down building in a poor district of a small, dusty town in central India – the place I grew up – and no-one lives there. It’s empty.

The last time I stood here I was five years old.

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By Trevor Noah

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by David Barclay Moore

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by Christopher Paul Curtis

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Insignificant Events in the Life of a Cactus

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Insignificant Events in the Life of a Cactus

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by Dusti Bowling