Five Years Of Us

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Five years later.

"Angel, Aryan!" Raul called out to me and our five-year-old daughter.

I crouched behind the couch, holding my five-year-old daughter close, my hand gently covering her mouth to stifle any giggles that might give us away.

Her gray eyes, so like mine, sparkled with mis...

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