The old, wooden rocking horse in my attic was my father’s, and I bring it down every Christmas, a reminder of my childhood and the love of my parents, who gave me so many wonderful memories and experiences.
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You're the love I always deserved.
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The light of a fire on a cold night is comforting, a reminder of warmth and community.
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