Growing up in very large family, having seven brothers and one sister, you learn to live with others sharing everything from toys, bathrooms, space, chores, tears, laughter, even fists some of the time. My parents actually only "sired" and "birthed" five children of their own, myself being the eldest child. I fell into the role of big sister and sometimes little mother of my siblings, readily and relished in it.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
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