They were fun to hang out with, we are cousins. At the time it was us four siblings and the seven of them and one other from a different mom. Only four of them would play with three of us and no matter the one other played too, the rest would play sports in the front yard we would play virus. Or all of us would play kick ball on the streets. It was so fun especially at dark so we could all wear black and it would be hard to find us and hit us with the ball or make us be "it" in the game. There, in that little city, is my family; my house, my grandmas house, my tias house, my brothers tios house, then my great grannas house; everyone else in the family are in their own neighborhood but in the sane city. After over twenty years my mom desided she was tired of the little city and moved to San Antonio, leaving the others there. Then one by one they all left- but for them they wanted conroe- then my great grandma died after three years that my mom left San Antonio, being there only a year, and brung us all back together for a week. And man, we all grew up and now I'm not even sure if we would play virus or just play a sport together as a family again IF we went back to meet up again.
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Short Stories
Короткий рассказthese are short stories that I feel right to share with the public and they mostly are nonfiction but I MIGHT make fictional stories too
