Just as my nose was dripping like a broken tap and my nose was aching like someone just threw a brick against it, you had to pop up at my doorstep with herbal jelly and Beard Papa's for my supper-craving mum. I really don't like to repeat myself, but life with you in it is like living in a fairy tale story.
The sweetest thing next to what Jack did for me. When you see these two people bicker, you never know when it'll end. But I love them, because they still stay so much in love, after 21 years living together and enduring so much nonsense from each other. I love my parents, simply because they love each other.
Came home, saw the clothes hanging on the clothing rack, and scared the shit out of myself.
It's been a long time since Dad and I have done the dishes together. I know I'm the ultimate sloth at home, but when it comes to spending quality time with my family, I make use of every single minute wisely to show them I love them. So it's small wonder why I flared up when my sis said that I don't love her. It breaks my heart, because I love her and she treats it like prison torture.
And I finally understand why people suffer from Monday blues.
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