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“I’m so proud of you,” Blake kisses me on my neck as he comes to stand behind me and wraps his arms around my swollen belly. “This will become a sanctuary for so many.”
“I hope so,” I intertwine our fingers and rest my head against his shoulder as I look at the building. It is painted grey with a galvanized logo, The Den.
After five years of planning and fundraising and meetings, my dream is a reality. A sanctuary for children. It consists of a small orphanage for abandoned babies and children and a variety of services – like therapy and counselling – for children and teenagers in need. Blake supported me every step of the way and with his help, neighbouring packs invested in The Den. This means that those packs may also make use of these services.
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