We were all sitting in the lecture hall..
my mom was on the other side, she was pretty young...
me and my older sister were sitting apart...
My baby sister was sitting in front of me next to this boy, they were both really young.. maybe four or five years old... and She was very very happy...
my mom was asking another young mom about the places that she could take her children to...
my baby sister and the little boy were laughing and listening to the lecture, which compromised of my brother and bunch of other geeks discussing their college plans..
My dad was nowhere in the sight...
I still cant get over the fact that my baby sister was so young, and yet in college....
In my dream she was a very happy kid , As a kid she was always very happy
and maybe that's what we have always seen her as JUST a very very happy kid who brought joy and laughter to our lives.
Maybe that's why one day she got fed up, packed and left us . Maybe she was tired of fighting us and our notions..Maybe she wanted us to see her as she was, a grown up, maybe...
I still cant get the dream out of my head... she was a Very happy kid she was barely four or five
But the rest of us were grown ups...
my mom was on the other side, she was pretty young...
me and my older sister were sitting apart...
My baby sister was sitting in front of me next to this boy, they were both really young.. maybe four or five years old... and She was very very happy...
my mom was asking another young mom about the places that she could take her children to...
my baby sister and the little boy were laughing and listening to the lecture, which compromised of my brother and bunch of other geeks discussing their college plans..
My dad was nowhere in the sight...
I still cant get over the fact that my baby sister was so young, and yet in college....
In my dream she was a very happy kid , As a kid she was always very happy
and maybe that's what we have always seen her as JUST a very very happy kid who brought joy and laughter to our lives.
Maybe that's why one day she got fed up, packed and left us . Maybe she was tired of fighting us and our notions..Maybe she wanted us to see her as she was, a grown up, maybe...
I still cant get the dream out of my head... she was a Very happy kid she was barely four or five
But the rest of us were grown ups...
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