It's a Team's Life Preserve the Memories

chillout

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Recently I discovered some old pictures that not only mean a lot to me, they mean a lot to my sister and cousin. They were pictures of our childhood. Not many images survived due to various moves, and the final straw of many of the snapshots getting wet and moldy in a basement.

Our family was very close when I grew up until my 3-year old cousin had an accident and died. Shortly afterward, our beloved grandfather died, then the parents of the deceased cousin divorced, and it seemed as if everything fell apart. We all drifted apart and yet shared the same childhood memories.

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