GrownupGirl
Tempermental Artist
I do have a lot of memories of what my parents did. Fortunately they're mostly good ones. My older brother on the other hand, was something of a mixed bag. Makes me wonder sometimes why I love him so much and treasure every now-rare moment we're together. And the way my mom talks you'd think he was a painfully shy but sweet little angel when we were kids, and is pretty shocked by some of the things I've told her.
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