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Once we were strangers

Families come in different forms.
The one I was born into.
This, I had no choice.
And then, the ones I chose.

Of strangers that entered.
They became my friends.
They began to matter to me.
They became part of my life.

At the first hello, we smiled.
A connection felt in our handshake.
The start of becoming friends.
Of sharing our lives as family.

Of laughter and tears shared.
Strangers entered. New friends.
The future of becoming old friends.
Family of friends, now and then.

I cannot imagine them not in my life.
It is like they were always there.
Yet, once we were strangers.
Now, years later we are family.

By C.E. Pereira
(27-2-2018)

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Author:

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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