I have always dreamed of a perfect family . . . one with a mom, a dad, two or three children, an a dog or cat . . . or maybe both. A happy family with a home with a white picket fence and the sound of children laughing, the smell of bread baking and the scent of fresh cut grass. My memories are quite different when I think of my home life as a little girl. I did have a mom, a dad, a sister, but no dog or cat . . . only strays that somehow always disappeared. I do remember the smell of...
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Posted by
Meagan Walley
at Friday, April 22, 2011