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Like all the best families, we have our share of eccentricities, of impetuous and wayward youngsters and of family disagreements.
The Wife
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A good wife is one who serves her husband in the morning like a mother does, loves him in the day like a sister does and pleases him like a prostitute in the night.



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Love is a flower which turns into fruit at marriage.



Father & Mother


The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.
Any man can be a father. It takes someone special to be a dad.



Brother


A brother is a friend given by Nature.



Sister


Having a sister is like having a best friend you can't get rid of. You know whatever you do, they'll still be there.



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Summary of my history.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010


"this place engulfs us, gorges on our distress and our confusion, and spews the chewed, distorted versions of ourselves out into a blind world"

Lollipops turn into ciggarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes into the trash. Detention becomes suspension. Mobile phones are used in class. Soda becomes Vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex.

Remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst thing you could get from boys were *cooties? Dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth, and your mom was your hero?

Race issues were who ran the fastest. The only drug you knew of was cough medicine. The most pain you felt was when you scraped your knees. Goodbye were only until tomorrow. We couldn't even wait to grow up.

Don't you agree???

* cooties: A child is said to "catch" cooties through any form of bodily contact, proximity, or touching of an "infected" person or from a person of the opposite sex of the same age.




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