[But Wait, Look Closer] Is that me? Little tiny me, wearing the cute pink dress. I was the center of attention; being the baby and all. I wonder what I was thinking; who were all these people around me? Why were they holding me? My mom was someone who I could actually make out their features. She looked so much like me when she was my age. But wait, was I always the center of attention? Look closer. I see a little blue eyed, blonde hair boy: my brother. There were more brothers to come, more legos, more dinosaur toys but no more sisters. Brothers, sisters, mothers, we all have something in common: we’re a family. One with a caring, loving, persevering mom. So I just want to say thank you so much, for giving me such a wonderful family. These questions made me intrigued, so I’ve decided on the whole to devise a plan to get that book.
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