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watching my siblings grow up is a bittersweet feeling. I hope they know much I love them. how much I do for them, how much I’ve sacrificed for them.
there’s some things I’ll never tell them I’ve suffered through, done to myself, to get through the day just to see the smile on their faces.
I hope they know they are loved.
that’s all I want for them, for them to be loved.
is that too much to ask?