I’m a foot taller than my aunt yet she still tries to pick me up when I visit. We all laugh at the antic but I secretly pray that she doesn’t break her back. She’s the woman who raised me for the first years of my life. I can’t stand the thought of her in pain.All my worries wash away when she makes me tea. By Nissan.
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