by Thea Atkinson
I grew up in a house with 3 brothers: one who put snakes in my boots; one who stole the money from my piggybanks: all of them, even the one I hid behind my closet door; and one who continually tried to peel my fingernails from the nailbeds.
I love each one of them, and all for those same reasons mentioned.
I wrote this post last year, and recent events have got me thinking about my family and my loved ones. Until I can write a proper blog post, I thought I'd re-share. Hope you don't mind the regurgitation.
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Thea is the author of several novels that she considers left of mainstream. You can find her on Smashwords, BN, Kobo, Sony, Apple
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