I look foward to the days when my cousin comes over and we have breakfast together like we did before. I get so sad and melancoly over those happy times I had when I was growing up.I have so many happy memories as well as sad ones but I make sure to remember all the happy times I had rather than those that make me sad and depressed. I dont want my children to ever go through what I did growing up. I want nothing but the best for them.
Seeing my cousin and spending time with her makes my heart melt and I can’t deny that I love the pankcakes she makes. I wish I was as good a cook as she is. I have always looked up to her and admired her kindness and her strength. I know she will make a great mother someday. She has such patience and that is something I lack and try my hardest to have. I cant wait to be filling my mouth with pankcakes soon.