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Withering hope layla hagen read online6/28/2023 ![]() ![]() The week after I turned eighteen they went to one such country that was on the brink of a revolution. They believed they could make a difference. Wanting to bring hope to places where there was no hope. ![]() Wherever the danger was greater, there they were, both of them. ![]() "Before long, they also got involved in the politics of countries that were… politically unstable. I rarely saw them." Warmth feathers me on the inside, as I remember checking the mailbox, and later my email, waiting to hear from my heroes-to learn when they'd be home to spend time with me and tell me about their latest achievements. They were my heroes when I was little and into my teenage years, even though they were gone for long periods at a time. They'd often fly to underprivileged countries to give out food and medicine, and oversee infrastructural projects. This meant more than donations or charity parties. "My parents dedicated their life to charitable causes. "Umm…" I pick a spot on the airstairs and gawk at it, fiddling with my hands in my lap. "Do you know how my parents died?" I ask. But that didn't keep people-my closest friends, even Chris-from judging my choice. They just assumed that the traumatic event had something to do with my decision. After my parents' death, it was sort of implied why I changed my mind. No one asked me why I decided to change my career, though everyone knew I was dreaming of being a human rights lawyer. I sigh, sitting on the airstairs, one step beneath him. ![]()
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