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       𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘
ㅤㅤ 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗠𝗡 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪.  

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✼ 𝟖 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭.

Not empty, not cold—ㅤㅤbut full of stories untold,
of names we hope toㅤㅤcall, of homes we have
yet to find. In the rustleㅤof leaves ('&) the fading
warmth of the sun,ㅤㅤㅤ I find myself longing —
not for a place, but forㅤ people. For voices that
greet with care. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ For hands that stay.

         For a family that feels
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlike shelter.  This letter is
ㅤㅤㅤ for you,  who  might        
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ be   willing ㅤto  stayㅤ  who         
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤknows      howㅤ to ㅤ listen.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Who has space in their heart to become
ㅤㅤㅤㅤsomething to someone. We are in search
ㅤㅤㅤ of a family — not perfect, but present. One
ㅤㅤㅤ that grows together, laughs softly, forgives
ㅤㅤㅤㅤoften. A place where roles are more than
ㅤㅤㅤㅤnames, through days both easy and hard.

If you are between the years: Parental Figure (1981—1995), Aunty & Uncle (1996—1999), Oldest Child (2000—2002), Middle (2003—2005), Youngest (2006—2010). Then perhaps we are meant to meet here, in this season of stillness and hope.

Greetings! I come as (Name, Muse, Line, @Username) willing to fill the position as “Parents/Aunty/Uncle/Oldest/Middle/Youngest” ready to take part in a family where presence matters more than perfection. Let this be the start of something meaningful. Thank you!

Please visit @DelaireBot to see the TAKEN LIST. We only welcome those who truly seek connection— not those who come with false names, split hearts, or uncertain intentions.
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ May
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🍁 autumn
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ guide us home.

Warm regards,
POCKET OF DIARY
        —THE DELAIRE ’s.
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