April 1, 2010
My dad’s elbows are powerful fork lifts that perservere through all work. Elbows that fight against all odds would belong to my mom; however they still remain soft and supportive. Glued to a computer desk my brothers elbows remain, learning more, more and more about the vast spaces of the internet. Mine elbows are like the tip of an icicle, very sharp. The individuals that make up my family are all unique in there own way, but we all have elbows.

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