//Castles
I remember when I used to create my own castles with pillows as ramparts and newspaper turrets. My pillars were books and imaginary soldiers. Everything was safe in it. That bubble was my dream.
This morning I opened the newspaper, looking at snippets of rape attempts, murders, shootings, bombings, I reminisce that warmness in my walls, my closure with the world outside.
As I see around me I see my walls sitting beside me, drinking tea and listening for my sighs; responding to my disappointments, even without me stating them.
Keep your turrets sharp, keep your walls close. Family is strength. Live your dreams, together.
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