They take care of eachother, and they learned that from eachother.
They're not perfect, but they're happy.
And I stood among them as a guest. Happy to be a part of a moment in their lives.
I just took it all in.
I didnt realize it then, but I was copying that moment into my memory.
Wether they remember me or not, that moment will always resemble happiness to me.
I wish I could have taken a picture.
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Because I wasnt myself anymore.
To them I was just Kasey.
I was not being judged or stereotyped. They were so nice, it actually hurt me to know that my mother didnt trust them. I had met these genuinly nice people. And they were just themselves. Nothing hidden. They are who they are and they know what they're doing. It seems so distant now, like it used to be real but its only a memory now.
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