Thundercats.
I have the whole collection on DVD. 🤣🤪😮
Repeat after me: I (state name) am so addicted to Darcy that I will sell my firstborn, all of my blood, and my soul to support her blog…
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Living with my two sisters often felt like a real-life Tom and Jerry episode. They engaged in relentless arguments, and I, caught in the crossfire, played the role of the impartial judge in their comedic clashes. When they made joint purchases, I became the reluctant arbiter, fearing the consequences of favoring one over the other – a scenario straight out of a cartoon plot. Their stubbornness mirrored the famous cat-and-mouse dynamic; if one didn’t initiate peace talks, the other followed suit. The silent standoff turned into a battle for my allegiance, akin to Tom and Jerry competing for the spotlight. When their bickering reached an impasse, a stubborn standoff ensued. The silence was golden, broken only by their attempts to win me over. Suddenly, I became the prized possession in their sibling rivalry, showered with candies, cookies, and toys as they vied for my allegiance. In the end, the chaos was sweetened by the spoils of sibling warfare.♥️
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Growing up, my parents kept a heavy silence about my older sisters, but Grandma, in a moment of bittersweet honesty, unveiled our family’s untold tale. My parents, marrying young, experienced the joy of raising three daughters. Tragedy struck when my eldest sister, only 9 years old, departed without warning, leaving my parents drowning in sorrow. Five years later, a glimmer of hope emerged as my mom carried me to term—a baby boy after so much heartache. Born when my mom was 37, I became a cherished treasure, shielded from even the slightest harm. Each unblemished moment carried the weight of unspoken grief, and I longed to have glimpsed the sister I never knew, yet whose absence shaped my existence. Grandma revealed that the silence surrounding the past was a shield against overwhelming sadness, and no one talked about it to spare Mom and Dad from the pain of reliving the heartbreaking Memory. On each anniversary of her departure, an overwhelming sadness consumes my family, and the passage of time doesn’t bring healing; instead, it amplifies the lingering emotions. The years haven’t softened the pain; they’ve etched it deeper into our souls…
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What’s the most interesting about this to me is that my husband’s older sister died suddenly and we named our daughter after her. So I feel this one.
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