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Just when I really think that it sucks to live with my grandparents I wake up and walk into my kitchen and I am handed a stack of fresh chocolate chip cookies and my favorite winter mug with milk in it. Sitting at the table in my flannel pj's surrounded by cooling cookies and listening to their chatting and their playful arguing and sharing the parts of the cookies with no chocolate in them with Lucky the cat I feel so safe and warm and at home.
My inner child is very happy indeed.
My inner child is very happy indeed.