I learn that my family loves me every night. My dad tucks me into bed with the most gossamer of touches. A touch that makes the covers feel like silk. Much softer than they actually are. THen he kisses my forehead and looks me in the eyes and says, " I love you very much, I love you even when your sad. I hope you have sweet dreams a great sleep and I will see you in the morning."
After he says this to me, all feelings of the day rush out of me. And the feelings are exchanged with love. Love for my dad, and love for my family. Whenever this happens, I know that my family loves me back. That's how I know that my family loves me.
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