He sat there, his eyes gleaming.
"Even after all the things you've went through you still shine like the sun."
He kissed my forehead.
"I'm proud of you for not giving up."
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Proud of me
He sat there, his eyes gleaming.
"Even after all the things you've went through you still shine like the sun."
He kissed my forehead.
"I'm proud of you for not giving up."