The day had finally arrived. I was no longer a child. The awkward teenage years were over. It was the first day of college. I was excited, not to begin classes, but for the sense of independence felt. For the first time, I was not known to anyone as the “pastor’s kid” or the “missionary kid.” I was just Ashley – one freshman among many. It was a new beginning. I wanted to belong. My paths crossed with a boy who had a similar background. His family was also living overseas as missionaries. We started dating and I began to hang
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