They are the only ones who understand me. I am the only one who understands them. Four of us. We all are tall and have blue/green/grey eyes. Four who were not planned, nor expected. Four children only here because our parents were young and dumb. From where we are there is always distance, one is in new york another one left with a different family, but two of them we are here, miles apart but here. Our strength is the bond we have, we could not see one for years at a time and still know the other if we see them. They say that distance makes love stronger. I like to believe that it does. This is how we stay and become stronger than before. Let one forget us, they'll regret it, we are not " just a family ".
We are something more. I don't know what we are, only that no matter how far apart we are, we will always come back. Keep, keep, keep, no matter what happens, keep, keep, keep. When the world seems to be falling down all around, when we seem so small against the world that's okay because then we have our parents, aunts, uncles, grandmas, and grandpas to help us keep. Four whose only reason to be and be.
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The House on Lakeview Drive
Short StoryThis book(I guess) is going to be composed of vignettes. They are either completely completely true or loosely based on my life. While you're reading you can tell what me you think of each vignette.
