I grew up in Watrous, Saskatchewan, a small Canadian town of approximately 2000 people. We had a beautiful house and a huge yard that resembled a park. We always had plenty of food in the fridge and new clothes hanging in the closet. In the summer, our family would take a vacation, and we would spend time fishing, water skiing, and eating ice cream. Our Christmas celebrations would feature plenty of presents for everyone and a massive feast to enjoy. We would have many family gatherings where we would play games and enjoy loud sing-a-longs around the old family piano. The security of a loving family that was together every night and there every morning was a blessing.
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