Anyway they're all small dogs so they barely take up any space. So my bro had to leave the country really suddenly cause there's a bit of political unrest. I stayed behind to take care of all the dogs (and I'm at school). Now I gotta move out, but where I'm going they won't allow me to keep so many dogs.
I gotta know. If I separate my dogs, how BAD will it hurt their feelings? I was reading they can go through some long depression? Is that true? I know dogs are sensitive but are they really that sensitive?
If y'all think they will get over it, I'm thinking of separating them according to which dogs get along more (cause when having so many dogs, you know which don't like each other lol).
I believe it’s from the 50s or 60s. The brother and sister were supposed to go stay with a relative for the summer but they didn’t want to so they decide to camp on an island in the river. The boy does yard work for people to earn money to buy a row boat. The girl keeps the campsite clean and makes their food. It is NOT Boxcar children but is similar. I think the boat was blue.
remember reading this book about an indian themed? fantasy book that had a caste system and had 2 sibling a brother and sister going on a journey. i remember the cover titles being pretty simplistic as well
If it is possible I would like to have a tattoo idea for me and my sister. I would like me and her to have Tanjjro and Nezuko in a shattered glass. Please and thank you
The children all lived in a nearby apartment complex. The younger siblings lived in apartment 8D and the older ones lived in apartment 9D. Detective Johnson advised Detective Smith that she probably shouldn’t bother question 8D’s children about what they saw, since they’re too young to have a reliable memory. He believed that Smith would have a better chance of getting good information from the older children, since only 9D’s kids will remember.
One has seen me cry because I was crying at my high school and the teachers whent and got her I felt really embarrassed for crying in front of her because she is my younger sister I mean I was really crying like a baby she asked me why of course I lied to her but wondering if anyone one else whould feel the same as me embarrassed that my sister seen me crying not that she would make fun of me are anything but I still have my pride as a man
epic
I just want let’s get married
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Growing up, I knew that my family’s arrangement wasn’t normal. As I got older, I even had an inkling that it might be wrong. But it was all I knew, and I won’t let myself feel guilty for not doing anything about it for as long as I did.
I was the only biological child of my mom and dad, I found albums stacked away in a corner of the attic. The beginnings of baby books. A picture of an ultrasound, sometimes even a happy card announcing ‘It’s a boy!’ or ‘It’s a girl!’ in blue and pink lettering. Mine was the only one who had pictures of a squishy faced infant with tangled red hair and fat lil cheeks.
My first sibling arrived when I was about four. I’d made the horrible mistake of asking Santa for a baby brother when I sat on his lap. My mother burst into tears when she heard me and I knew I’d done something horrible. When we got home, mom told daddy about it and he told me to go play in my room while they talked about it. I knew that it wouldn’t be right to ask Santa for that again.
Next week on Christmas Day though, I woke up to hear a baby cry.
I ran downstairs to the Christmas tree only to find nothing there. I was confused until I heard a cry again. I followed the sound to the basement, where the most beautiful sight met my eyes.
My daddy had built a secret room behind the bookcase. My old toys I’d grown out of were scattered on the floor, the crib repainted to look brand new. My mom sat in the rocking chair, smiling so brightly as she cuddled a baby wrapped in blue blankets.
I couldn’t breathe. It felt like a dream as I walked up to them, peering to look at his face. His face was all red from crying and a fat tear rolled down his cheek as bleary blue eyes looked back at me.
I probably almost cried. My dad came up behind me and planted a kiss on the top of my head.
“Merry Christmas, Ella.”
They let me name him Robin. I can’t tell you why I picked that name, maybe watching Batman cartoons with my dad every Saturday morning had an effect on me. But Robin was the biggest secret I had to keep. I couldn’t tell all my friends at school I had a brother. If I told anyone, my dad told me that Robin would have to go away, and I didn’t want Robin to go away.
Every day after kindergarten I’d sneak downstairs and just talk with him. Once he stopped crying all the time he was a real sweetie. I’d cradle him so carefully and talk to him about my day. I was so, so happy. I didn’t think I could be any more happy.
Until I got a baby sister. My mom named
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(He's adopted and his sister visits their grandmother often and they'll have sleepovers and playdates there and at our house. They both know he is adopted and that they are related.)
My mom recently confided in me that she feels it might not be right to let them visit each other "because she'll become more worldly as she grows up, and it might be bad association". Also that they are different genders. (Not sure of the logic here? They're siblings..?) And they're basically being raised as cousins.
(Their grandma is a JW (although a bit more liberal) and makes the girl participate in meetings and service while she's there. The mom is not a JW and is not raising her kid as one.)
I hope this doesn't happen, as we all love her so much and neither one will really understand. She told me she's going to be bisexual when she grows up. Which is fine, but if my mom finds out, no more visits. I told her "don't tell my mom, she'll get mad" but didn't emphasize exactly how nuclear this is going to be. (I am also bisexual but don't want to accidentally get ratted out)
Also, update to my previous post. my dad and mom explained to my brother that it's not okay to treat people that way. He's been doing much better, I'm so proud.
I mean, really different studio versions. I'm not taking Lost with it's multiple remixes in account, for they're basically the same, at least the ones I listened to. So, is there any other? (I just listened to Lost?, It's different indeed.)
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