Hi to the people, I call mom and dad. I cry now when I think of the both of you, not because both of you are dead. But because even when both of you are alive, it's nothing better than being dead. Not that I wish that you two were. I cry when I talk to my older brothers, because I miss us having lame gaming conversations all the time when we used to live together. And I miss the homemade food the most, the world's best cooking. You know what I just wish you two would do to make us one big family again? Could you both please just wake up the idea that you are never going to be billionaires? Because your "dreams" and "goals" smashed this family apart. I thought being happy was simple. At least last time, simple life made us happy.
Sven.
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