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Happiness.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Jun 25, 2021
  • 1 min read

Because of location my children have never truly met my family.


My cousins.


Their kids.


I can't tell you how amazing it has been to have my kids finally meet my side.


See the other half.


Know the other side.


Embrace it.


Enjoy it.


Giggle and laugh as if they have known them forever.


Get to see that, I too, have a history. Relatives. A family.


For years all they have known was my mother, and when she passed they assumed that was it.


But to show my children I do have family, a wonderful one at that, has warmed my heart unlike anything else.


I have much to be grateful for.


As do my children.


I am glad I am able for them to see it.


I am even happier to sit back and watch it.


Xoxo,

C.

 
 
 

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