#i look at those kids and im overcome with all of the pride and respect and love i feel for them

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I just... I just love my kids so much

To be clear, these aren't kids that I birthed or adopted, they are not my legitimate children in any way, but they're still my kids

I work at a summer camp as an area director, with my best friend as my co-director. We have a staff of three: Sam, Gavin, and Aaron. I knew them when they were campers, I taught Sam and Gavin Metalworking merit badge.

I was there when Aaron was an immature 12 year old and screamed "Baby rage!" At another camper until the camper finally pushed him. I lent him my nametag for a day so that he could collect one from every staff member. He collected so many and put them all on his shirt, walking around in a suit of armor made of nametags.

I called Gavin "Northern Tier Guy" once because I hadn't quite learned his name yet and he was wearing a Northern Tier jacket, but it stuck for the rest of the week, even when I'd learned his actual name. He was the smartest one in that merit badge class, always raising his hand and knew more than me about metalworking.

Sam was the sweetest. He was the only camper to show up to ASL Night, so my co-teacher and I had a lot of fun teaching him basic signs and then looking up random ones. He still remembers the alphabet, numbers, and the word "wigwam."

But now I know them even better. Now I've gotten the chance to spend every day with them and talk with them in a more real way.

(They've also said I'm the "cool parent" between myself and my co-director, and that makes me feel pretty good. I'm the "parent" they go to to ask things like "Can we crush chalk in the vices?" (Crushing chalk in a vice is one of the most satisfying things ever, I highly recommend it.) And of course they know I'll be serious and lay down the law if I need to, because I have. But they also know that I'm the one that will let them use the microphone hooked to our sound system so that they can try to scare scouts.)

Aaron once walked two miles to our sister camp on the other side of the lake at 2am so that he could post questionable pictures of Among Us characters on their dining hall.

The other day Aaron asked if he could yell at me, and he's usually a very sweet kid so I okayed it, if only out of curiosity. He proceeded to yell "YOU'RE DOING A GREAT JOB!" I yelled back "THANK YOU! IM SO PROUD OF YOU!" And he ended our strange conversation with "THANKS, YOU TOO!"

One night I was up late in our area with Aaron and a couple other staff members when Aaron said "One of these days I'm going to snap at Gavin. I'll be respectful about it, but I'm going to." We had a discussion about it, because if there are problems between my staff members I'd obviously like to figure it out sooner rather than later. Aaron told me that their personalities just don't work together well, and Gavin hasn't done anything to warrant a huge discussion yet, but he thinks it will happen. I told him that I'd be there to mediate if it ever came to that, but since then I've seen immense growth between those two. I really respect how open Aaron was with me about that problem, and how he was ready to have a discussion with both Gavin and I instead of simply attacking Gavin.

Speaking of Gavin! Onto that young man.

My co-director was wary of him at first because Gavin isn't always easy to work with. He's driven and tries a little too hard and can come off as demanding. One day during our training week he seemed especially impatient and it was getting on everyone's nerves, so I took him aside and we had a heart-to-heart. This poor kid was just so stressed because he was feeling unprepared and was having trouble making friends. It helped my co-director and I realize that there's so much more to him than the rude facade he puts up, and I'm glad he trusted me enough to let me in so that I can be a better director and friend to him.

Since our very first conversation I saw a lot of myself in that kid, and that was only strengthened with that heart-to-heart and how much I've gotten to know him. I can tell that he trusts me quite a bit now, which makes me extremely happy. I can also see that he's a lot happier now.

You know when Gavin seems the happiest? When he's teaching Metalworking or Electronics. He took the initiative to write up a proposal for Electronics merit badge and present it to our camp director to convince him to let us add it to our list of badges we teach. He's extremely passionate about Electronics, obviously, and teaches it amazingly. I remember on either Monday or Tuesday he told me he was happy and having such a good time teaching Metalworking. The smile on his face and enthusiasm in his voice were enough to make me nearly cry.

And finally, Sam! I think he was the first one to call me the "cool parent."

He has very pretty long hair that he lets me braid whenever, and that's not super important but it does make me very happy.

The second I got his phone number, before I even really knew him, I put him in my contacts as "Sam My Child." He's just immensely son-shaped.

This son-shaped man is also a bisexual, and I learned that when a camper painted a rock with the bi pride colors and he enthusiastically whispered "Bi pride!" It made me super happy that he trusted me with that information, and I told him I'm proud of him. I tell my kids that I'm proud of then so much because they deserve it.

Sam is also the one that wanted to use our sound system microphone to try and scare campers. He's a smartass. I lost my voice the other day and couldn't speak above a normal tone, which was obvious to everyone but I wouldn't admit it and kept saying that I was fine. My best friend knows I'm stubborn, so he asked if I would dismiss everyone from lunch. That's a job that requires a loud voice. A loud voice that I didn't have. But I wouldn't admit it, so I choked out a dismissal that no one heard. Sam looked at me, with a glint of assholery in his eyes and a smile on his face, and said "What happened to 'I'm fine?'"

I was just thinking about them today and I was overcome with pure love. I love them like I would love any person that was my actual child. I just *clenches fist* love them so much. I can't even write how much I feel for these kids because words can't describe it. These words do them no justice, they're just some of the most wonderful people I've ever met. Yeah they cause me a lot of stress, yes I've considered strangling them, yes I would move heaven and earth for them.

[rifroleplays]

Eeeeeep naturally i gotta spam when i can😉😉😏😏😏hehehe plus plus eeeeeeek there is a new OC on my radar! Eeep Hye-jin! Hehehehe☺🌟🌟❤🔥🌌

So without further ado! For the ask game could i pretty please with candy ontop ask...⚡✨ 👽 🗣️ for Hye-jin! Eeek!

Love ya loooooots neeeemo! Goood luck with all your work!🔥🔥❤❤🌟☺sending ya all the good vibes and sparkles! Oooh and guess what ❤🌟🌟🔥🔥im almost done with the first ping! Eeek🔥🌟🥺⭐

And she was done with both ‘pings’ before I got to answer either asks. Lol. 

*ping: is how I notify my partner that I have responded to our rp’s, ‘pong’ is what I say when someone ‘pings’ me. 😂😂😂

Hye-jin Yo is an OC I wrote once upon a time for another roleplay that fell through and am recycling for an Ikesen RP with Zeta-dearest~ 

A/N: Interested in RP? DM me and we can maybe discuss something? I’m always open to talk! 😄😄😄

Answered in-character

⚡ What are your OC’s phobias? Is there any reasoning behind these? How do they calm themselves down after getting scared? What are they like when they’re afraid? Is there any chance of them overcoming their fears?

“Phobias? Me? Pah!” Hye-jin scoffs at the question as she rolls her eyes, throwing herself back in her seat. There are none that come to mind, really and Hye-jin feels pretty proud of that. After all, her brothers tried their hardest to scare little Hye-jin back when they were kids. 

But the nagging feeling of obligation growing within her the longer the question lingers isn’t helping and eventually the female fiddles her thumbs as she sits upright again.

“I guess, if I have a trauma, it would be for...” she trails off at that, trying to think of a suitable trauma that might cause a phobia. 

Did her brothers ever manage to scare her so badly that she felt like she was scarred forever? No scenarios came to mind, not even the times she accidentally walked in on them in the bathroom, even when she pretended to be. Not even the time they left her alone in a supposedly haunted house. 

“Oh!” Hye-jin calls, snapping her fingers together, “I have it; an empty wallet!” she exclaims, nodding firmly at herself. There was nothing worse than an empty wallet because that meant no money to buy food, or to eat, or to... do anything really other than having to mooch off anyone else. 

✨ If your OC were a deity of some kind, what would they represent? What do they look like? How are they worshipped and what offerings would they expect? What are their places of worship like? Their followers? Their teachings?

“Food, just give me food and I’m happy,” Hye-jin’s first remark is a quick one, her eyes glimmering at the thought of all the food offerings temples tend to house, the fresh fruits, the delicacies, the best pieces of meat... As a child Hye-jin remembers feeling envious of the food left behind at the shrines, tempted to snack on them herself. After all, it was left behind anyway, right? Nowadays she still wants to, but has a healthy amount of respect in her conduct. 

“My teaching would be: see food, eat food! There is no use in denying yourself!” the female continues to exclaim, her mind whirring for another sage answer that she can share as she purses her lips. “Oh, and help. A kindness a day keeps the evil at bay!” Hye-jin continues before she narrows her eyes. 

“Actually, no. Don’t be kind on my account. You should be kind to begin with and if you aren’t and don’t want to help people don’t bother with the food either. I won’t forgive a bastard like you anyway!” 

That exclamation satisfies her more, even if it means less offerings. “Those fake offerings will give me a stomach ache anyway,” she explains to herself, though there is a slight regret in the back of her mind when she remembers that auntie that spits after everyone, but makes the best gimbap. Hye-jin stands resolute with her answer, however. Gimbap is a common streetfood anyway, after all. She could find another auntie, a kinder one with better rolls. 

🗣️ What are the most painful words that can be said to your OC to utterly break them? What are the words that you could tell them to cheer them up? Maybe some advice to give them the boost they need!

Hye-jin lets go of a deep sigh as she thinks the question over, her lips parting as she nods to herself. 

“You know when your parents give you that look of: I’m disappointed? But they don’t actually say it?” the female starts, her finger wagging in the air as she tries to recall the expression. Once she does she shivers, a sharp intake of her breath indicating an unpleasant memory. 

“Doesn’t matter if it are your parents, or teachers, or anyone really. Even my brothers! Aish, just ruins my whole mood thinking of it,” Hye-jin gulps with another shudder. 

Moving on from the topic Hye-jin doesn’t have to think long for what will cheer her up.

“Let’s go out for food, my treat!” Hye-jin laughs as she clasps her hands together. “Doesn’t matter what food, as long as it is good! It has to be good, but free food always tastes better anyway, doesn’t it?” Hye-jin says, her eyes brightening up as she has seemingly forgotten the earlier statement. Perhaps for the best, for that was truly depressing. 

👽 Describe your OC as if they were an urban legend or myth!

“Ah, Hye-jin?” a male student repeats, adjusting the sling of his backpack as he coughs. “Yeah, she is a legend alright,” he scoffs and his friend next to him gives him a warning nudge. 

“What?” the male lets out, a huff escaping him, “it isn’t like no one else on the campus doesn’t know her. Geez, she won’t curse you.” 

To this the friend just lets go of a miserable sigh as he rubs the left side of his chest, just above his heart. 

“Yeah, she won’t curse you. She will just eat your heart!” 

The exclamation is met with another roll of the eye and a deep sigh from the first male who shakes his head. 

“I don’t get what the big deal is about her. She looks kinda cute, I suppose. A but unfashionable, but cute enough. That personality is what keeps me away, though.” 

To this the friend snaps his fingers, an ‘ohohoh’ following as there is another story to come. 

“Did you hear about that class representative from the law faculty? He thought, because he is a chaebol, that he could woo her with expensive food on a date and she just invited her entire class along with his!”

“Wow, I almost feel sorry for his bill, but he probably has a platinum creditcard anyway,” the male scoffs to which his friend pats the other on the shoulder, his head shaking. 

“She probably thought the same, you know. But that poor man. His pride, his heart, his intention!” The friend wails as he throws his hands up. 

The male student shrugs again, clearly done with the conversation as he throws the hand off his shoulder. 

“That is why one shouldn’t approach Hye-jin with those intentions. There is only work and food on her mind. She might actually take a bite out of your heart if it is made of rice!”

20 OC Questions

[delightfully-daisy]

CHARACTER SHEET: DAISY AUDREY ELOISE CANARD

And she's been living on the highest shelf... Oh, and they come unstuck Lady, running down to the riptide Taken away to the dark side

[TW: sexual assault mentions; eating disorder mentions]

STATS

Birthday: 14 January 1995

Hogwarts House (Primary): Ravenclaw

Hogwarts House (Secondary): Hufflepuff

Myers-Briggs: ESFJ

Enneagram: Type 3

Height:  5’4

BACKGROUND OVERVIEW

Mother: Lilian Ophelia Marie Harcourt Canard

Father: Jacques Didier Canard

Mother’s Occupation: lawyer—business law

Father’s Occupation: stockbrocker

Family Finances: quite wealthy—combination of old money on both ends, as well as parents’ own ambitions and finances

Birth Order: middle child

Siblings: Nicolas Etienne Jeannot Canard (24); Andre Leon Charles Canard (19)

Other Close Family: Aunt Cecile on her dad’s side (who has a girlfriend and is like super cool and a movie producer); she has another aunt on that side who has two kids her and Nic’s ages but I don’t have my notebook on hand so I cant look up their names oh well; Lilian is an only child

Best Friend: Clarke

Other Friends: Annette Grant, Hermes Petros, Toulouse Bonfamille, Stanley Schell, Abby and Tabitha

Enemies: Tito? Lol she thinks so :C

Pets: a cat named Sabrina! Her family also has two dogs named Gigi and Fifi

Home Life During Childhood: her parents were both very busy, but she and her siblings were very close and her dad made a huge insistence on family time when they were together; to this day they have a designated week in late July and winter where they go on vacations together; she’s very close with Nic and her dad; Andre can be a bit of a brat; she clashed with her mother a bit growing up but she’s starting to understand her more

Town or City Name(s): Paris, France

What Did Her Bedroom Look Like: very nice and spacious, big windows with a nice view, she has a canopy bed, everything is in pastel colors, lots of whites and pinks—nothing too loud, everything soft like a Rococo painting, a big walk-in closet, a nicely lit vanity, the artwork in there is carefully selected, everything has its place

Any Sports or Clubs: did newspaper also probably a creative writing club; used to fence and do ballet, but quite around 13/14 years old

Favorite Toy or Game: loved paper dolls

Schooling: one last semester at Pride U; probably did some pretty expensive private school in Paris

Favorite Subject: Composition, Art History

Popular or Loner: Popular!

Important Experiences or Events: was sexually assaulted at 17, her then-boyfriend lied about it and harassed her for months after

Health Problems: undiagnosed anxiety, lowkey makes herself throw up after eating sometimes also

Culture: French

Religion and beliefs: Raised Catholic, she wants to believe in a benevolent God but does not really like the Catholic church; she wants to believe in the goodness of people

 PERSONALITY

Bad Habits:  worries, limits her food intake a lot haha, has a tendency to keep her emotions inside before lashing out, cries a lot

Good Habits: uh, organized, keeps up with her fitness, ambitious, kind-hearted (in her own way), stylish

Best Characteristic: determined—once she sets her mind on something or someone, she will not quit

Worst Characteristic: scared—her number one limitation in life is that she is too scared to take chances/take risks/do anything without security

Worst Memory: the whole sexual assault thing and also the night she broke up with Tito

Best Memory: oh gosh, probably getting her bike back

Proud of: not much lol, uh maybe her fashion sense, she’s like really insecure though and attributes all her successes to other factors, poor bby

Embarrassed by: e v e r y t h I ng have you seen how much this girl blushes

Driving Style: she’s a fantastic driver—fast, daring, drives stick-shift in heels, cuts tight corners on her motorcycle, she’s fab, best driver of my characters (except maybe for Eva, but that’s cuz Eva has heightened reflexes lol); does have a tendency to speed, but doesn’t do it except on isolated roads

Strong Points: determined, hard working, kind-hearted, stylish

Temperament: gosh im not sure its like a mix of sanguine and melancholic

Attitude: outwardly, confident and determined; inwardly, really fuckin’ anxious and insecure about everything

Weakness: she’s so insecure and not good with criticism and she’s soft little flower it is easy to crush her

Fears: everything—not being good enough is the main one though

Phobias: see above lol

Secrets: not too open about the whole sexual assault thing for obvious reasons, also he like harassed her for months afterwards

Regrets: every romantic relationship she’s ever had because it makes her seem stupid and heartless and foolish

Feels Vulnerable When: uh always? When she’s being emotional, tbh, since she’s been told to restrict that

Pet Peeves: people who assume she’s dumb, people who assume she’s shallow

Conflicts: oh gosh where to begin—the fact that she wants the world to be this good, ideal place where she has the ability to help it, but the reality that class differences/prejudices in other areas are very real and very hard to overcome; her own desire to do more with her life, but knowing that rejecting her family’s values would not be good, and she really loves her family; navigating being a soft woman in a world that otherwise respects hard, sharp ones

Motivation: She wants to be successful and to make a change in the world.

Short Term Goals and Hopes: Graduate, get a good job somewhere in a big city.

Long Term Goals and Hopes: Rise to the top of her career, hopefully get married at one point.

Sexuality: bisexual

Exercise Routine: goes to spin class three times a week, does a barre class twice a week, weight training the other days, very committed exercise schedule

Day or Night Person — Day.

Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert.

Optimist or Pessimist — Pessimist, though she tries to be optimistic to other people.

LIKES AND STYLES

Music: girly pop, MUSICALS—she’s a huge musical gal, sings in the shower all the time. Loves taylor swift, knows that its problematic to love taylor swift, but does so in that well #feminism way that’s also lowkey problematic ahaha. Her iTunes is mostly musicals and pop and some classical music too, she likes ballet music.

Books: classics and romance novels; also some trashy YA romance; went through a John Green phase in her high school years; her favourite book is The Bell Jar. She also reads those like “Oprah Book of the Month” club books and enjoys them. Gets most of her reading list from bestsellers lists.

Magazines: VOGUE aka the Bible; also Cosmo and Marie Claire and other high-fashion magazines; whatever the French equivalent of Time is, but also Time; started a subscription to the New Yorker whilst she was in NYC and keeps up with it

Foods: has a sweet tooth—loves chocolate. Chocolate-covered strawberries are her favorite. She thinks she can handle spicy, but she can’t really.

Drinks: Margaritas are her cocktail of choice; she loves champagne and lattes

Animals: cats! Also she loves swans and thinks its so romantic that they mate for life, but she won’t admit that lol

Sports: follows Formula One racing tbh and also fencing

Social Issues: Feminism! (she’s like lowkey a bit of a white feminist) Magick Rights! (lowkey also a bit of a problematic activist in everything; she’s trying though) Also involved in environmental issues!! (she works on a turtle fund thing with Stan)

Favorite Saying: “I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.” – Audrey Hepburn

Color: Pink!! Any and all shades! Also likes a nice rose-gold. Fond of pastel colors in decorating.

Clothing: Has a very classy, preppy style; lots of skirts and blazers; usually always in heels; most everything is designer and high-end; she takes pride in her style; she also dresses more on the conservative end, but does own a few sexier pieces

Jewelry: very classy, never overdoes herself with jewelry; simple pendants and studs

Games: played the Sims a lot, played racing games with her brothers, Mario Kart fan too

Websites: Instagram—also has a finsta bc she’s hip; tumblr; Pinterest

TV Shows: Downton Abbey, Sex and the City

Movies: The Devil Wears Prada!! (Also Titanic)

Greatest Want: To be successful and make a difference in the world

Greatest Need: To overcome her fears

CURRENTLY 

Home: lives in Castle Suites in a very luxurious one-bedroom flat

Household furnishings: everything is impeccably decorated, lots of pastels and golds, there’s a big window in the living room (which has like white furniture and soft lights everywhere, big white rug on the floor, lots of throw pillows), her room has a big bed with lots of pillows and her closet is organized by type of clothes and colour

Favorite Possession: her car

Most Cherished Possession: her motorcycle

Married Before: Nope.

Significant Other Before: Tito (rip); asshole French boyfriend, Michel

Children: n/a

Relationship with Family:  huge Daddy’s girl, but Daddy is also very busy and not super around all the time and she doesn’t really confide in him; very close to older brother, Nic, sometimes they feel like they are the only people in the world they can trust; younger brother has a strained relationship bc he can be kinda douche but they love each other; relationship with mother is---complicated, they are very similar and often butt heads because of their differences though and Lilian thinks she knows what’s best etc etc and Daisy is just starting to see her mom in a new light

Car: BMW, she also has a motorcycle

Career: journalism student, editor-in-chief of campus magazine: Social

Dream Career: editor in chief of a fashion magazine that also has like a huge philanthropy side

Dream Life: said career, has not given much thought to the like actual life part of it, but ideally she’d like to be married to the love of her life and have two kids as well

Love Life: uh imma get back to you on that

Hobbies : reading, dancing (she loves dancing), driving, sketching fashions, cleaning (lol), amateur baker, used to be a fencer, writing (she used to write short stories but has not in a while)

Guilty Pleasure : those trashy Harlequin romance novels….

Sports or Clubs: Social, PrideU’s premier campus lifestyle magazine; probably involved in like journalism clubs

Talents or Skills : she’s a great dancer and a fantastic driver; also a good writer

Intelligence Level : she is great auditory learner, very sharp and quick to pick up what she listens too; writes the best out of my characters; reads a lot too; not great at sciences or math, but she tries her best and the hard work pays off; a fan of history, but only as it relates to cultural stuff (wars bore her); the most emotionally aware of others of my characters, can read people well

Finances: wealthy—parents are wealthy each from their individual families and from their own careers, pay for their children

[dakidz-blog]

tough day.

this morning was hell. today was hell. but if anything could change my day around is hearing from the love of my life. He went away when we was young but he always keep in touch with me and the kids. I’ve been thinking about him heavy and when I got this letter in the mail, I just knew he’d been thinking about me too, but most importantly, he was thinking about himself too. He does this often. I’m assuming with all the free time he has in the pen, he can read all the books he wants and become even more intelligent with that attractive mind. We go over this from time to time, but today I could feel the passion in his letter. Listen here, he says: 

        “.... I guess you can say that with the way my people are often portrayed, incarceration should be 2nd nature for the majority of us minority males. Many times in life I have taken a cold, hard long look in the mirror and realized that my own decisions put me here. You see, growing up, we weren’t taught the importance of education, in fact we rebelled against it. My father was working by the age of 14, so naturally, it was more important to generate money for your family than to try and learn the white man’s education. Who the hell had time to sit and learn about history and mathematics, or whatever it is they teach to prepare you for the world, when we couldn’t even speak our native language in class without being considered problematic. My neighborhood wasn’t a country club, it was predominantly black and hispanic with the probability of a full scale brawl breaking out at any minute, over what you ask? hmmm, couple of blocks and some street names that we felt belonged to us. That’s what we were fighting for, something that never even belonged to us to begin with. Ironically, History is basically repeating itself as this land didn’t belong to those that forcefully occupied it either, but that’s another story. Choices, when you’re young and impressionable, you feel pretty invincible at times. You feel that nothing can touch you and that respect should be automatically rewarded to you, but in essence, that never did anything but incite more hatred towards our race. Latinos have always been put at the bottom of the totem pole, pecking order, food chain, whatever quirky description to describe our footing in society. Sure, my parents were immigrants, but i guarantee you that they worked just as hard as any American Born person to provide for their family. We didn’t come here with benefits or privilege, we came here to escape the conditions that kept us from obtaining the latter. Funny how it all changes when you cross that river and realize that the other side is just as dirty, mean, tough… more political, more separated. When we finally settled in, the neighborhood basically consisted of every low income, minority family that were all scratching and scraping to make ends meet. At times that can feel hopeless, ah, who am I kidding, it felt hopeless all the time. School wasn’t any different, The teachers in these high poverty, high minority surroundings basically didn’t care if we showed up or not, granted, we probably didn’t make their jobs any easier, but we didn’t need another person to not believe in us, shit we already had a neighborhood and some of us had parents, that did that already. There wasn’t any tough love, just ridicule, judgment, they basically told us we had no future and left it at that. So what gives? None of us were looking for the brass ring, that scholarly prize that’s gonna somehow magically transport us from this hell to a university with all the bells and whistles that NONE of us can actually afford, and our parents surely didn’t have the money to invest in our future… One thing leads to another and pretty soon the allure of fast money and criminal ways to get it, supersede the need to open a book and write a report about George Washington. My founding fathers were located on the bills that I stuffed in my pocket, only presidents I like were the dead ones… I thought it would change when I had kids, old habits are hard to break. I won’t get into much detail about why im currently serving this sentence, but in my time here I have come to realize some pretty important things that the younger, un-educated version of me never took into consideration. I didn’t know shit, nothing, my own stupidity and foolish pride blinded me from seeing that my people were in trouble, we needed mentors, teachers that cared and though we lived in terrible neighborhoods, the help was there in the form of community outreach programs, ran by the people that we laughed at for trying to ignite change. The very same programs that I try and tell my story to, in order to possibly help the next teenager not end up like me. My only regret is that I can’t warn my kids about what to expect or how to move forward without feeling that I have let them down, the same way my parents most likely felt, but I realize now that the numbers and statistics don’t lie, keep you head in the books, try and overcome your environment and focus on the future, these bars provide no future, only despair, make something of yourself before your bad choices make them for you.”

That man knows. He’s always known and somehow he still got locked up with those people who he knew so much about. It pains my heart that I can’t see him and live our lives as a family but, even after all these years. He made me think, as he often does, but after reading this-- I couldn't help but be proud of him.