Thanks for ruining my life

i hate that you only talk to my brother.i guess you really didnt want a daughter just sons just do that they can be just fucking like you. you dont know much im disgusted by you i atleast thought you woud try but no your not and if you ever read this i wanted to have a relationship with you not that i feel ready too but you dont so saty the hell out of my life.

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What is home?
“A roof to keep out the rain?
Four walls to keep out the wind?
Floors to keep out the cold?
Yes, but home is more than that.
It is the laugh of a baby,
the song of a mother,
the strength of a father,
warmth of loving hearts,
lights from happy eyes,kindness, loyalty, comradeship.
Home is first school and first church for young ones,
where they learn what is right, what is good, and what is kind,
where they go for comfort
when they are hurt or sick;
where joy is shared and sorrow eased;
where fathers and mothers are respected and loved,
where children are wanted;
where the simplest food is good enough for kings because it is earned;
where money is not as important as loving-kindness;
where even the tea kettle sings from happiness.
That is home. God bless it!”

- Anon.