My family is a parkbench -
My mother is the legs of the bench, providing support and stability. She's strong. She carries the weight.
My sister is the loose wooden board. she wobbles when you sit on her. She's a pain in my butt, but without her there would be an empty space.
I am the graffiti. I speak of love, I speak of hate. I use obscenities. I document what happens. I can tell you stories.
My dad is the man who sometimes stops by and sits for a bit. His visits are short, infrequent. There's somewhere else he needs to be.
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