On February Twelfth two-thousand and fourteen, was the day I was born. My family looked at me like I was the most important person in my family. Everyone came to visit me and gave little babies, me, gifts. But one person, which was my cousin, who is from New York, and was eight years old at the time, gave me a gift. It was a furry grey dog plushie. At first I didn't care because I was just born but now I realize that this object was my first gift on my first day on earth. My cousin showed me how important I really am to my family tree.
My cousin is still alive today. He is still in his twenties and lives by himself. He gave me the gift to remember him everyday. 

– JAYDENLORA

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