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Family is one of the precious gift on earth. They said. But I think mine is rather different. Today, i went to church. One of the happiest and sacred place on earth. But i never thought going to the church would be that painful. Why is it painful? I went to church alone, while watching happy and complete families beside me. And you know what I said to God? "Please, i need a family" If there are broken families, mine has the facade of a whole and happy family yet it's truly broken from within. My family is like a broken puzzle that needs to be assembled. But in order to assemble the puzzle it starts with picking up the broken pieces to make a great picture. And I hope one day, all the broken pieces will be assembled together in order to be called a family.
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
Broken Pieces
Family is one of the precious gift on earth. They said. But I think mine is rather different. Today, i went to church. One of the happiest and sacred place on earth. But i never thought going to the church would be that painful. Why is it painful? I went to church alone, while watching happy and complete families beside me. And you know what I said to God? "Please, i need a family" If there are broken families, mine has the facade of a whole and happy family yet it's truly broken from within. My family is like a broken puzzle that needs to be assembled. But in order to assemble the puzzle it starts with picking up the broken pieces to make a great picture. And I hope one day, all the broken pieces will be assembled together in order to be called a family.
danicagalolo
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
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