ShiaRey

We have never been the perfect family. There have always been some kinds of issues, either with the world outside or inside the family, mainly due to stress. I wasn’t very old when I first figured that my family wasn’t quite like the other. When I were younger my father, Arthur, always came around to pick up my brother Matthew and myself at the kindergarten. They knew my father well, he was very kind to people, nice and helpful. Sure, he could be really grumpy at times, but they still loved him and they knew he was doing his best to make the family work. My papa, Francis, always waited at home... I clearly  remember getting home

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