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I have seen the same Sun giving out the same sunshine for 18 years now but when it comes to the Sun(s) that light(s) my life up, I don't think I can name only one anymore.

Whoever barely knows me will be able to tell you that I'm not too fond of my family simply because they aren't supporting enough. My dad and I have always had a love-hate relationship and I seriously don't think that's ever changing. The other half of my family lives in Vizag so there's that. However, I don't think I can thank my lucky stars enough for my mother and my dog. They are the two Suns of my life. 

 If I were brought up with only my dad as the parent, I think I'd turn out to be a cold hearted asshole for my dad has a different outlook towards everything. He just doesn't feel or react the way a normal person does and there is no end to our fights. As a result, I've always maintained my distance with him. However, thanks to my mother, I've turned out to be just about alright and I'm immensely thankful for it because she's so caring, gentle and sweet that it's unimaginable. 

 As a child, I thought it was very uncool of my mother to work at home unlike the mothers of my friends as she'd always be there to hinder every action of mine. Soon enough, I realized that the aforementioned word should've been 'guide' and not 'hinder'. Guiding me through every stage of life, I think it's safe to say she's devoted her entire adult life to me. Mothers do work in a very unusual way, for I don't even remember asking her for it.
I don't think I'm ever showing her this post so it's just for you to know- if you ever find goodness in me, it's probably a quarter of what my mother has instilled in her. 
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 As far as Theodore is concerned, I think I've summed up his impact on my life more than just once. This perpetual hyped up breed of two long-ass ears is a total sweetheart. Even though he has been in my life for only a year and a half, he has helped me grow in unintentional and uncountable ways.

I don't think I'm ever teaching my dog the English alphabets so it's just for you to know-  if you ever find my face to be sweaty, it's probably just saliva.

Peace. 

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