bpmkitty

I can’t remember the specific conversation that occurred that night. If I could guess it was about how her family wouldn’t send money to help us. We were eating dinner off of the metal plates that came

My siblings and I, were fated. Destined to be brought into the world together, as pillars of strength and comfort, in a sometimes confusing childhood. If we are recounting staggered memories, what first

The love you have for your siblings is something that can't be replaced or replicated. No one can understand you like they do. Last night I said that I was my brother's pitbull. I would kill for him or

It's hard for me to write this morning. I was up late last night writing my first blog entry and crying. If I were to truly release all of these emotions would I ever stop? I appreciate tears because I

I suppose I could start where my memories begin but that would leave gaps and a confused timeline. I could tell you about the time I snuck through our bedroom window, down our fence and to the "back