They are the only people that help me. I am the only one who helps them.
Three happy kids with chubby cheeks and a gracious heart like mine. Three who don't deserve to be there. Three sweet children buried in my heart. From my house I can hear them, but Gerald just continues and doesn’t layoff the noise.
Their sweetness is secret. They show devilish personas on the surface. They will act up hopefully not act down and will put their hardened nose to the ground and will punch hardships in the face and will succeed. This is how they were raised.
Have no one forget their tendency to fight, they will throw don’t like a mountain ram in winter, together they are stronger than apart. Succeed, succeed, succeed they do. Despite all odds.
When I start to doubt their motivation, when I don’t believe they can push through the hardships, I look at them, together they succeed. When I feel like they have nothing left in the tank. Three who succeed despite being orphans. Three who knew where they came from and won't forget. Three whose only motivations is to succeed to succeed.