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I wasn’t yet old enough to understand how bad this situation was. I still believed that having the family together again would be a good thing.
Mary Ellen was alwasy angry, and no one really knew why. Something about her contenance always cried out, “I’m not sure I even belong with these people…”
(This is in reference to that one rather sour looking blond girl on the far right.)
I wanted the sugar snap peas. I ALWAYS want the sugar snap peas. Do they listen to me? NEVER. The never listen to anything I say…would it have been so hard to let me have my &$!xx@ sugar snap peas?!
That night became my last pearl in my collar of memories before they found us in the restaurant. Now I’m just trying to figure out how to get them out of this mess.
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We have everything ready for tonight at the restaurant with family and friends. We even hired a photographer, who…