Wednesday, February 24, 2010

My friend Faye

Faye came over all the time, always bringing me food, always cheerful, sometimes just sitting on the couch and she would watch me sleep.Faye and I are both products of strong family bonds. We worry about our children's generation and that we know how different things will probably be. I am sure our parents said the same things about us. They might live far away, but not feel the same way we do about family traditions. But we have each other. Faye and I.

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