Bluebellia

I knew of a family about 10 years ago and they were wonderful. Their oldest daughter was my high-school classmate, the best student in my class. The family had two more of their own children: a bid and tall middle-child son (who would be totally cool with me marrying his big sister) and a little daughter. There was an idea of my brother Holden and I getting married with the two sisters “because they have good food.” Besides the three aforementioned children, they adopted three more, two from the Philippines and one from somewhere in the States I’m not sure. All six were great kids, well-behaved, and loved as far as I could tell. It might be because the parents had such big hearts. The father is about the coolest girlfriend’s daddy one can have: he would act like a scary father then immediately laughed with us about it. The mother was the sweetest. One time I got to hear her share how thankful she was for their marriage, that even though they weren’t wealthy and there were times they h...