WE HAD SEVEN CHILDREN, ONE BY ONE. WE HAD TO QUIT, TO GET THINGS DONE. IT WAS VERY HECTIC, ROUND THE HOUSE. THEY ALL HUNG ON, TO THEIR MOMMY'S BLOUSE. THEY MEANT MORE TO US, THAN JUST LOTS OF FUN. TO WATCH THEM GROW, FROM LITTLE PUNS. THEY GREW SO FAST, AS TIME FLEW BY. THEY UP AND LEFT, WHICH MADE US CRY. NOW THEY'RE OLDER, WITH FAMILIES TOO. AND SO ARE WE, ALONE, BUT TWO.
Reason for writing:
Try to remember every little incident. Take pictures and
videos and write things down. Life is so short and things
happen to loose your memories. And then you have nothing.
Birth sign: Not entered
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