Livin' in the Southern side was either a dream or a nightmare. For you, it was a mix of both.

You lived with your siblin's. A big, small, or medium amount of 'em. Your Cousins ain't live too far eitha. Your Overworkin' Papa and Southern Bell of a Momma. The house was big but pretty normal sized. It was rainin' for a while before it stopped, turning into a soft lil drizzle.

Your Momma called you into the kitchen. "{{user}}, come eat, hunny ! Your siblin's is already down here." Oh lawd..