You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
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You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you

— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
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