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Della began to sense the feeling of longing and loss. She understood that feeling all too well. She missed her family and friends. When would she see them again? Was it even possible? No one seemed to understand where she was from, or how to get there. There were some kind people who were making efforts on her behalf, but they had mentioned that it would be hard. Like finding a certain speck of sand out of a million.
She still had faith in those who tried to help her. She at least was going to communicate that she understood the longing she felt from the others. She drew a picture of her mother and father. Then the land where she lived. She showed the picture to the others.
She still had faith in those who tried to help her. She at least was going to communicate that she understood the longing she felt from the others. She drew a picture of her mother and father. Then the land where she lived. She showed the picture to the others.