Family is the Greatest Gift
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Last published Mon, Aug 10, 2015
If cousins pester you, believe it or not, minus them in your life you would probably feel empty… like a house without a level spot to rest on or a zebra without an abundance of stripes. You need them, and they need you. And whether you enjoy their company or not, they are always there, even if you don’t want them at the moment. This collection of 100% TRUE stories encompass how family can both be a curse and an utmost blessing, with the conclusion that they end up bringing out the best in you and guiding you with a gentle hand throughout life. To me, my kindred mean everything, and are the soul and dedication exhibited in whatever I do. I hope you find this intuitive, perhaps relatable, and above all, simply fun to read. Please keep in mind that this was written from the perspective of me when I was only ten years old, when most of these entries were sketched out. I found them, and relishing the memories, I have decided to put them on here for others to enjoy. So, keeping this in mind and ignoring the grammar or perhaps the immaturity of the content, please read this, give me advice, and maybe help me think of other moments to post. My life story is generally ordinary, but the people in its pages are rather riveting.
P.S. The picture of a clown on the cover is just for the affect of the unknown, or dilemmas that I have encountered in life (and also to fascinate the potential readers).
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