I come from...

February 21, 2015

I come from...

A home where my mother is the supporter and provider.

A little brother that would work to give anything his girls would desire.

Where family dinners are filled with laugh and joy.

But with outside influences who try to desroy.

No matter how hard the fight,

we always seem to stay tight.

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