so last night we had a family dinner for mine and my brothers birthday, and they were talking about favorites.
i said, "well, who's favorite am i?" jokingly. and then my mom was like, "are you serious ciara you know
who's favorite you were". i knew exactly what she was talking about. my grandmother who passed away.
yes, i know she loved me very much, but it also hurts because sometimes i feel like she was the only
one who cared.
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