How Dare They Ask Him To Go To The Military When He Already Serves Us In So Many Ways

How dare they ask him to go to the military when he already serves us in so many ways

SCREAMING CRYING OVULATING

JUNGKOOK for CALVIN KLEIN (2024)

Hoba my lovely boba

#he's not just some guy he's my WIFE

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Just a few more months for babe to come back!!

PART-1

You are my sunshine (my only sunshine.) 

Tara goes numb as she reads the note her daughter left. 

“I’m sorry ma. For doing this. For everything. It was me, never you. I love you. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.” 

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Tara smiles as she lifts up her cooing 2 year old. The past eleven months have been hectic, but the best in her life. 

She plants a big fat kiss on little Varsha’s cheek. As she gazed at the sweet bundle of joy giggle in pure serenity, tears of happiness gather in her eyes . This was her child. Her flesh and blood. Her miniature sunshine. The little girl would eventually grow up and be not-so-little. She would go to school, get married have kids of her own- and Tara would be there to witness it all. 

She couldn’t wait. 

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Tara’s sympathetic and gentle heart broke as she witnessed the tiny 5-year-old angel cry. 

She ran to her, cooing and calming Varsha down. The child had just had a minuscule paper cut- but why would that stop her from fawning over her as though she was severely ill? This was her own child, dammit. 

If she wanted to coddle her baby to death, so be it. 

“Shh,” she murmurs delicately, caressing the impressionable and fragile body of the little girl. “You’re a brave girl, right? Don’t cry,” she wipes away Varsha tears. 

A mischievous glint begins to glimmer in Tara’s eyes. 

“You wanna know a secret?” 

Varsha nods fervently 

Tara beckons her close, looking around dramatically, even though no one was present, making the latter burst into a fit of endearing giggles. 

“You are my sunshine!” She whisper-shouts with a smile big enough to split her face into two. 

The little girl’s head tilts in confusion, looking startlingly similar to a puppy. 

“Sunshine?” 

“You are my sunshine,” Tara croons gently, her eyes filled with adoration and uncontrollable fondness towards the little one. “My only sunshine- you make me happy when skies are gray.” 

That night, she hugged her daughter close. After all, she held the sun in her arms. 

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