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I miss you most at Christmas Time

I remember the Christmas after my surgery  my job messed my money up and all I could buy David was a video game, a controller and a pair of Lebrons....you came over and we had mad fun we had quarter legs and collard greens and drank Christian Brothers just ME and YOU 🤪😜you told me get dressed and go to Sharon party and look what happened I laugh so hard because if YOU had of went he probably would of ended up with you 🙃I also remember the year you bought me 30 Barbie dolls and that lady who you was walking around the store with and who watched your carts while you got the car took ONE and you CRIED because she was so NICE and was struggling to get all her kids gifts and you told her “my baby Kim still isn’t going to be satisfied” and SURE enough Christmas Day I told Daddy after he worked so HARD putting my dollhouse together while cooking and getting grease all over my dollhouse walls it wasn’t the RIGHT one and if SHE hadn’t of bought all those Barbie dolls I would of had the right one and sure enough Daddy beat the cowboy SHIT out of me (Courtney remembers) and Mommy was so SAD at Nana’s house and EVERY Christmas I apologized for it and I REMEMBER when I gave you “your cut” of my windfall and you were so HAPPY I said “this is for giving me LIFE” and the 29 Barbie dolls and you waved your hand away like you always did at my transgressions...I MISS you GInny with everything in me I ❤️you and I LOVE my KIDS like you loved us UNCONDITIONALLY 😘

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