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No matter your family When you’ve grown up in the same house with the same people, your family knows your story. They are the only ones who truly know because they were there. When all else is gone, family is the one who knows. No one can understand your childhood like your family. You might…
The roots of my family tree go deep. Its branches are gnarled with varying widths and lengths. There has been grafting which has added uniqueness. There has been drought and heat, which has diminished its strength and reach. But it’s my family, and it’s my tree. This article was published previously, and there is more…
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