Family

One of my favorite things about going home is, my family.
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That short woman there stirring away, is my mother. She is the woman who taught me there’s never a woman who can’t lift something, spit something, or swallow a swig of strong whiskey.

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This man and the tall building that wouldn’t budge, is my father. The man who taught me that farming can be fun, or at least that’s what he keeps telling me.
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These two height proportioned opposites are my parents. They still lurve each other. It’s kinda cute.

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They even graffiti stuff to let others know they like each other. It’s a little adorable.

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And this little girl, is my puppy. All mine. Until my mother stole her from me and never returned her. No joke. Which is why I constantly beg handsome for a puppy. Fear not, we’re getting one in June.

I just thought I’d show I’m thankful for family.