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The sun is slowly lowering its head toward the ground, letting its dark blanket descend over the city. Mom is feeding the youngest sibling of our family while the crickets timidly begin their symphony of short chirrups. A faint breeze is coming through the open window in our large dining room. A car honks in the distance and I smile. Some of my younger siblings are playing out in the yard: sword fighting with sticks.
It’s little moments like this that make things worth it. I’m stuffed, with the last bits of supper still on my tongue, and I’m surrounded by my family. They are all so happy and I am happy.
I wonder, how many other people ever just sit in their family’s presence and think of just how lucky they are?