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How does one know she is home? Sight? D'uh! Smell? I guess. Siblings? Love'em or hate'em, chances are you're stuck with them.
For me, at risk of sounding corny and well-rehearsed, is love.
I mean, what else could make one jump right into weeding the front porch the first thing in the morning after returning and enjoy every second of it? Or what else could make a perfectly sane girl turn into a pyromaniac-to-be over the pest (WATCH MY FLAMES!!) just because she's part of the family and when dad says: 'jump', I ask: 'how high'? Or what else would make a BMW find its fate rested in the hands of a girl with a mind to tear up the town with her rusty (but awesome, I say!) driving?
Family love is crazy. <3
For me, at risk of sounding corny and well-rehearsed, is love.
I mean, what else could make one jump right into weeding the front porch the first thing in the morning after returning and enjoy every second of it? Or what else could make a perfectly sane girl turn into a pyromaniac-to-be over the pest (WATCH MY FLAMES!!) just because she's part of the family and when dad says: 'jump', I ask: 'how high'? Or what else would make a BMW find its fate rested in the hands of a girl with a mind to tear up the town with her rusty (but awesome, I say!) driving?
Family love is crazy. <3