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Family

Love

My mammy she had 4 but 1 became an angel baby so she was left with raising 3 but then she took on a native boy n he brings her to 5 she loves each one of us the same and she barely tells a lie my mammy met a native girl who raised a native child they both came into our lives n now we are an amazing family of 7 but my mammy she wants at least 2 more kids to make it team of 9 but even tho it's only a team of 8 because mammy keeps being reminded that 1 of us is gone back to our heavenly father who needed him more than my mam and though we miss him dearly we're a happy little family because though there was just 4 of us living here on earth god decided that mam needed a soul mate so he sent her a loving 1 with a kid of her very own so 4 became 6 even tho were a family of 7 but 1 of us lives in heaven

Written By Jayjay Jennie (C)

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Marion

Jayjay, I'm.so glad you commented on my stuff or I would never have found you and this....amazing piece. I love the childlike tone and the repetitive use of numbers. Such a powerful write x

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