Those days
i miss being my father's princess and my mother's daughter where home felt like home and everything was normal where there was laughter in every corner or space in our house where my father was my first love and my mother my first teacher I miss those days when it was cold and I crawled into my parents bed where we'll watch movies till late nights and have those pillow fights I miss those days when I use to watch my parents dance in the kitchen and mama blushed Those perfect kisses they gave to one another where I use to find it weird but I was happy I miss those days that never happened 😭
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