Five Years

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     When you're twenty-five where do you see yourself in five years? Probably not with a six-year-old and a five-year-old. That's for sure not where I thought I'd be at thirty-years-old. 

     "Hey, Babe," Aaron kissed me. I smiled at him. We were happily married now with our two kids, Lilith and Alina.

     "Hey, Babe," I smiled. He sat down next to me. 

     "You look just as gorgeous as the day I met you," He smiled.

     "Wait the time you saved me or when you almost killed me. We met like twice," I laughed.

     "Both," He chuckled. 

     "I love you," I said.

     "I love you too," He smiled and kissed me again. He was so kind to me. We went through some rough times together but it was all together worth it. I loved him and our village had grown so much! It was a gorgeous village and I couldn't ask for better people in the village. I love everything about this village and my family. I'm so grateful no matter what happens!

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