Dad loves us. Mom loves us. Do we love them? Yes, we do. I love my brothers and sisters because they love me as well. The spring is flooding my house, the spring is flooding my little heart. My parents are proud of me because I’m doing just fine. I’m doing just fine but I will always try harder. My house, you are beautiful and I love you and I will never ever leave you.
It’s a sunny, woodsy day in Lumberton, so get those chainsaws out.
What kind of a host invites you to his house for the weekend and dies on you?