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Abbie – The Mother Who Never Gave Up Some stories are written in soft beds and sunny windowsills. Abbie’s was written in shadows, in the hush of an abandoned SEPTA station, in the quiet moments between survival and hope. For two years, she shielded her babies from the worst of the world, sacrificing comfort for protection, hunger for safety, fear for love. She curled around them on the cold concrete, her warmth the only thing […]