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“The cabin of the old suburban bus was warm with soft chansen music playing. Driver Buck whistled a tune he liked, glancing in the mirror at the slumbering passengers. Conductor muttered, ‘I’m so tired today. I’m exhausted; my legs are falling off. I talk so much during the day, arguing with passengers, that I don’t want to open my mouth at home. But at home, I have housework with my son, and my husband wants dinner. I’m so fed up with everything.’

Buck shook his head. ‘I don’t know. I like my work. I’m honestly telling you, it’s all my life on the road. It’s so interesting—new people, adventures, no routine and monotony. And Hilder and I have been soul to soul all our lives, like a thread with a needle. We’ve been through much together. God never gave us children, but that’s okay, we are used to it. But we have a summer house this year; we harvested, did so many tomatoes and cucumbers.

Now we’re starting to pick apples. We’re thinking of making homemade juice in the Juice Maker without preservatives. We’ll treat our friends. And what a greenhouse I made for my Hilda! You should have seen. No complaints about fate. I’ll come in the evening, and Hilda will serve me hot soup with fresh bread, and I’ll kiss her and hug her. Isn’t that happiness?’

Conductor laughed. ‘You’re a good man and a positive man, Buck. You’ve described everything so deliciously I drooled. And really, why am I nagging?’

Buck smiled to himself as he thought of his wife. Hilda was the meaning of his life—a faithful friend, counselor, and beloved woman. They met in their youth at dances; his wife worked as a nurse in a hospital, and it was her calling. She never approached her work formally and always tried to do everything possible to help the patients recover. Buck couldn’t imagine life without the road; it beckoned him like a magnet. He spent his life driving trucks on long trips and earning good money. Hilda faithfully waited for him, worried, prepared sandwiches and coffee for the road, and always greeted him with tears in her eyes. She never once reproached him for choosing a non-family profession.

But age took its toll, and it became difficult for Buck to make long haul trips, so he got a job as a suburban bus driver. Buck and Hilda had always dreamed of having children; they had been through numerous examinations, and there were no abnormalities or serious diseases, but Hilda never gave birth to her child. There were a couple of miscarriages, and that was it. Buck saw how his wife suffered because of this, although she never showed it. He always reassured her that he loved only her and would never leave her to take care of someone.

They got a funny little dog, Bucky. Hilda sewed him overalls and slippers, walked him in the park, and bathed him. Bucky faithfully adored his kind masters. And now, the man had finished his last trip and was on his way to the bus garage. Outside, the weather had turned bad with pouring rain and gusts of wind that swayed the tree branches, making it difficult to see anything. Suddenly, as he was leaving the village, he noticed two figures illuminated by the headlights. It was late in the evening, and there was no bus stop, but nevertheless, Buck pressed the brake.

Two individuals, seeing the bus stopped, approached it quickly. It was an old man and a young child, around 7 years old, who was limping badly on one leg. ‘What an unusual couple. Where could they be going on foot at such a late hour?’ Buck thought to himself and opened the door. The drenched wanderers swiftly entered the bus; despite his limp, the young boy assisted his grandfather and took care of him. The old man remained silent, only gesturing and waving his hands while pointing at the boy.

Finally, the boy spoke. ‘Hello sir, thank you for stopping. We’ve been trying to hitch a ride for an hour. My name is Spencer, and this is my grandfather, Mr. Robbins. He’s very sick—seriously ill. We need help.’ Spencer reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a piece of paper, and handed it to Buck. ‘Please help us. Take us to the bank on Green Street. It’s a matter of life and death.’

Buck read the message and looked at the travelers thoughtfully. Suddenly, the boy cried out, ‘Sir, don’t leave us here. Help us get to the bank. We really need it.’ Buck’s heart trembled, and he firmly stated, ‘I’ll help you, no problem. My name is Buck, but the bank is closed at night anyway. Let’s go to my house, spend the night, and tomorrow morning I’ll take you where you need to go.’

The elderly man raised his hands to the sky as if in gratitude and nodded his head. The child also rejoiced and stopped crying, saying, ‘Yes, thank you. You’re so kind. But please let me take this little puppy with me. I found him behind the bus stop in a cardboard box; someone must have abandoned it. I can’t leave him here; it will starve to death or be tormented by mean boys.’ Tears welled up in the experienced driver’s eyes as he marveled. ‘What a small but kind and caring heart. He’s in trouble himself, yet he’s trying to rescue a puppy. That means a lot.’

Aloud, the man cheerfully responded, ‘You’re right; we can’t leave a friend behind. I have a dog at home too; I love him very much, and I hope my Bucky will become friends with your puppy.’ Meanwhile, the little puppy timidly peeked out from under the boy’s jacket and whimpered. The boy gently stroked its wet fur and whispered, ‘Don’t be afraid, Duke. You’re with me now; everything will be all right. You see, I didn’t deceive you; you’re my friend now—the most loyal one.’

Throughout the trip, the elderly man dozed off, and Buck asked the boy, ‘Why are you limping? Should I take you to the hospital and let the doctors have a look?’ The child shook his head and began to explain, ‘It happened a year ago when I fell off my bike. I had a cast on my leg, but something didn’t heal properly according to the doctors. That’s why I limp. I don’t need to go to the hospital; I have a vital task.’

When Buck arrived home with his guests and the puppy, Hilda was astonished, blinking repeatedly, but welcomed everyone saying, ‘Good evening! What a surprise, Buck. Are these your friends? Why didn’t you call and let me know? I would have prepared a special dinner. I’ll set the table right away. Oh, and who’s peeking out from behind your jacket?’

The boy said, ‘I’m Spencer; Grandpa’s name is Mr. Robbins, and this is my Duke. He’s hungry; I feel so sorry for him.’ The woman said, ‘Let’s wash him first; otherwise,

he’ll get all the carpets dirty. Come on, Spencer, help me please.’

In half an hour, everyone enjoyed a delicious dinner followed by tea and candy. The puppy had already eaten enough of Bucky’s food and had been sniffing around on the bed for a while. The dog surprisingly accepted; the puppy sniffed him for a long time, then licked his nose and settled down.

Hilda prepared a bed for the guests and hung their belongings to dry after their adventurous day. Spencer fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow, feeling safe. The next morning, Buck had the day off and decided to accompany their new friends to the bank to ensure that Spencer would be heard and not turned away.

The bank was located in the town center, and although it wasn’t well known, it had its fair share of clients. At first, they encountered problems with the guard at the entrance. The little kid pleaded, ‘Let me go directly to the banker. I have a personal matter for him; it’s very important.’

The guard responded angrily, ‘What kind of circus are you trying to create here? Wait in line like everyone else!’ Buck decided to intervene, ‘Excuse us, but this is a complicated case. You see, the elderly man is mute and can’t speak, but the boy will explain everything. Please let us go to him without waiting in line; it’s a matter of life and death.’

The guard waved his hand and took them straight to the head manager, Mr. Rotundi. Once everyone was seated in the office, a stern man with a bald head and glasses asked unhappily, ‘So what brings you here, and be quick? I don’t have much time.’

Spencer took out a folder with documents from his backpack and handed it to the manager, saying, ‘Here, these are all the documents my grandmother gave me. Please give me her money; she kept it here. Grandma’s in the hospital, and she needs an emergency operation.’

The banker reluctantly examined the papers for a long time. There was indeed an account number, details, grandmother’s passport, and a power of attorney allowing her husband to access the deposit on her behalf. Everything seemed to be in order; however, the manager was hesitant to release a large sum of money, as it generated good interest for the bank through loans to other clients.

‘I won’t give you any money now,’ he said sharply, ‘bring Mrs. Robbins here. All of this looks like a fake power of attorney to me; otherwise, I’ll press the panic button, and you’ll have to explain yourselves to the police. Have a lovely day; you’re free to leave.’

The upset kid started to cry, tears welling up in his eyes as he protested, ‘I’m not lying; my grandmother is sick, and she needs help. She told me that she’s been saving for years. Why don’t you believe me?’ Buck also stepped in, saying, ‘Put yourselves in the shoes of those less fortunate. Don’t you have any compassion, especially since the documents are all in order? Why can’t they withdraw the money?’

The manager called to the guard and, turning to Buck, hissed, ‘Who are you, sir? Why are you so protective of this kid? If it’s so urgent, let the account holder come and close it. The conversation is over.’

There was shouting, and Spencer was crying. Nevertheless, the guard ushered everyone out. Buck questioned the crying boy, ‘Spencer, what? Why didn’t you tell us about your grandmother earlier? Let’s go to her; maybe we can help her ourselves.’

Through his tears, the boy explained, ‘My grandmother told me to keep quiet and not tell anyone about the deposit or talk about her. She was worried that thieves or bandits might rob us.’ Buck took a piece of paper and a pen and gave all this to Mr. Robbins so that he could write the hospital information, and they went to the hospital right away.

Unfortunately, they received the sad news. The tired doctor sadly explained, ‘I’m very sorry to say this, but Mrs. Robbins’ heart failure has worsened, probably due to stress, and she has suffered a heart attack. She is now in critical condition in the Intensive Care Unit.’

Upon hearing this news, Spencer’s grandfather clutched his chest and then collapsed. The nurses quickly placed him on a stretcher, and the doctor ordered, ‘Take him to the examination room immediately; there appears to be another patient with a heart condition. Give me the man’s papers; I think we need to admit him to our department.’

Spencer cried out and whispered, ‘Grandpa, hold on. Why are you leaving me alone? Where am I supposed to go now? I don’t want to go to Mom; she will beat me again.’

Hilda, who had arrived at the hospital too, embraced the boy, pulling him close and stroking his head, trying to calm him down. ‘Don’t cry, Spencer; no one is going to leave you. You will come with us and stay for a while; Grandpa needs to get better too. You can see how weak he is. We will visit him and try to help your grandmother.’

Buck took the doctor aside and asked, ‘Tell me honestly, how much money is needed for the operation and treatment? We don’t have much at the moment, but I really want to help the poor boy and save his grandmother.’

The doctor didn’t try to sugarcoat the situation and replied, ‘I don’t know how her body will respond, but the situation is very difficult, especially considering her age; she’s already over 80. But we can’t delay it any longer. I’m not even sure how she will tolerate such a difficult surgery, but it’s worth a try. Excuse me; I’ll be right back.’

Her husband is also in poor health; we need to help him.’ Buck and Hilda, being simple people with limited means, started calling their acquaintances and loyal friends for help. Through their collective efforts, they managed to raise the necessary funds for the operation. They were overjoyed, especially Spencer, who held on to the hope that his grandparents would recover soon.

However, the miracle did not happen. Buck and Hilda were only half a day too late when they rushed to the hospital to inform the doctor that they had the money and could schedule the operation. It was already too late; Mrs. Robbins had passed away. This news was a devastating blow to everyone, especially Spencer. He sobbed uncontrollably, burying his face in Hilda’s shoulder and shouted, ‘It’s all that bad sir’s fault. If he had given grandmother’s money in time, she’d still be alive. I hate him; I hate him.’

But the troubles didn’t end there. Three days later, Mr. Robbins also passed away, joining his wife in heaven. Spencer was filled with sorrow and became withdrawn. Hilda did her best to comfort him and then gently asked Spencer, ‘Where are your parents? We need to inform them about the deaths of your grandparents; they will want to say their goodbyes and arrange their burial. Where do you live?’

However, at the mention of his parents, the boy became restless and replied, ‘We live in the village. My mom drinks a lot, and then she fights. My grandparents often got into trouble because of her; she pulls me by my earn and shouts at me. She doesn’t care about anyone. That’s why Grandpa and Grandma didn’t want to involve her. They told me to keep quiet about the money and not to let her know.’

Hilda and Buck exchanged worried glances, understanding the gravity of the situation. They couldn’t leave Spencer in such a precarious position. Hilda held the boy’s hand and said softly, ‘Spencer, you’ll stay with us for now. We’ll take care of you until everything is sorted out.’

With Spencer staying at their home, Hilda and Buck were determined to provide him with a safe and nurturing environment. They contacted social services and explained the tragic circumstances, seeking legal guidance and support to ensure Spencer’s wellbeing. They expressed their desire to take temporary custody of the boy and help him navigate this difficult time.

In the coming days, Buck and Hilda became a stable and loving presence in Spencer’s life. They attended legal meetings, worked tirelessly to arrange the funerals of Spencer’s grandparents, and made arrangements for their resting place. Despite the grief, they ensured that Spencer felt loved and supported.

As the legal proceedings progressed, it became evident that Spencer’s parents were unfit to care for him. Social services commended Buck and Hilda for their dedication and commitment to the boy’s welfare. Eventually, after careful consideration and evaluation, the court granted Buck and Hilda legal guardianship of Spencer.

This new development brought mixed emotions to Spencer. He was grateful for the love and care he received from Buck and Hilda, but the loss of his grandparents still weighed heavily on his heart.

Buck and Hilda reassured Spencer, emphasizing that they would always be there for him. They encouraged him to express his feelings, assuring him that it was okay to grieve and that they would support him through every step of the journey.

In the following weeks and months, Buck, Hilda, and Spencer formed a tight-knit family bond. They created new routines, shared laughter, and supported each other through the healing process. Spencer began to adjust to his new life, finding solace and comfort in the warmth of his new family.

Despite the initial challenges, Buck and Hilda felt immense joy in providing Spencer with a loving home and a bright future. Their journey together was marked by compassion, resilience, and the enduring power of love.

Years passed, and Spencer grew into a confident and resilient young man under Buck and Hilda’s guidance. Their home was filled with warmth, laughter, and the joy of a family united by love and compassion. Spencer found his place in the world, carrying the memories of his grandparents’ love and the unwavering support of Buck and Hilda in his heart.

“About everything, we can’t return the boy to this troubled mother. I’ll try to help you. I’ll gather testimonies from all the villages. Meanwhile, you should collect the necessary adoption documents and work towards revoking Megan’s maternal rights. She doesn’t need Spencer for anything other than the child allowance.

I’ll do what I can to assist with the funeral. They should be buried in their native village where they lived their whole lives. I’ll organize a funeral service in the church, and we’ll hold a wake in the canteen to honor them. Thank you, Buck, for caring so much about them and about Spencer. I’m surprised you’re not even related to them; it’s a rare thing these days.”

“Buck hesitated and replied quietly, ‘We’re all human beings; we all walk under God. Hilda and I were not blessed with children of our own, and it appears that Spencer was left to us as a son or a grandson. I believe there are no chance meetings.'”

“The policeman took care of everything, and the elderly couple were laid to rest properly; half the village attended the wake. As everyone began to leave the cemetery, Megan appeared. She sobbed and wrung her hands, but the villagers looked at her with disapproval. Spencer saw his mother and immediately hid behind Hilda’s back, but Megan saw her son and stumbled towards him, spreading her arms and shouting in a slurred voice, ‘Spencer, my son! So, you’re not in an orphanage. Come to your Mommy! I missed you so much. I don’t want you’re bad. You don’t love me. I’ll live with Hilda; she is kind and won’t abandon me.'”

“Megan became furious upon hearing her son’s words. Like a mad woman, she threw herself at Spencer, saying, ‘Hey, you little brat! I’m not going to repeat twice. Go home!’ Then, Megan turned to Hilda and hissed, ‘And who are you? Why are you playing Mother Teresa? What do you want with my son? You’re counting on his allowance, aren’t you? Give me Spencer, or I’ll pull your hair out!’ She stepped to grab Hilda’s hair, but Buck and the villagers quickly intervened, pulling Megan away. The district officer escorted her away from the cemetery, saying, ‘Go away and don’t embarrass yourself; you’re completely drunk. Aren’t you ashamed? You can’t afford the funeral, but you have money for drink.'”

“The drunken woman spewed curses; decency, love, and care had long been erased from her intoxicated mind. She always felt that her parents hindered her from living life the way she wanted. She also didn’t want a son; he was a nuisance to her, demanding attention and affection.”

“But now, when she realized that he could be taken away, she suddenly felt resentful. ‘Who gave them the right?’ But nevertheless, Buck and Hilda managed to get custody of Spencer. They collected all the necessary documents with the help of the district police officer. The villagers also supported them by saying that Megan was an unfit mother and a drunkard who couldn’t be trusted with a child. As a result, Megan was deprived of her parental rights in the trial. Hilda and Buck adopted Spencer and started raising him as their own son, even though they were already old. The boy resembled a grandson to them. The money that Hilda and Buck collected for Mrs. Robin’s operation, they decided to use for Spencer. They wanted to have him examined and get his leg treated.”

“The boy longed to be like everyone else: to jump and run carefree, ride a bicycle, and play soccer with his friends. The doctor reassured them but also warned that the treatment would be long and stretch over several months. But Spencer was willing to endure it all just to become healthy again.”

“Hilda and Buck supported him, not letting him lose hope even when his leg was very painful after the operation. Faithful Juke was always by his side, sensing how difficult it was for his young master. The dog faithfully licked his hands and curled up on his knees, resting his head on his belly and barking playfully. Spencer adored his dog, hugging him tightly and teaching him commands.”

“Juke was his most loyal and devoted friend. And the boy was also pleased in his new family. He finally learned what it was like to live in a family where there was no scolding, scandals, drunkenness, or bullying. No one offended anyone; he idolized Hilda. She cooked deliciously, did a lot with him, and took care of him. They had conversations, read fairy tales, and children’s encyclopedias together.”

“The boy dressed and groomed well, just like ordinary kids. After three months, his leg healed with the help of physical therapy and massages, and Spencer began to walk normally. Buck enrolled him in the swimming pool, where the kid had a lot of fun. He loved being in the water, swimming, and diving for hours. He hardly remembered his mother, Megan, as he was content and calm in his new family, as if he was born there. He often visited his grandparents’ grave with Buck.”

“Juke, the skinny little puppy, had grown into a large, beautiful dog with brown hair, but he still liked to climb onto his master’s lap, even though he didn’t fit there anymore. It was touching when Spencer stroked and scratched him behind the ear, whispering, ‘Juke, my little friend, I love you so much.'”

“Buck and Hilda even seemed to have grown younger themselves because now there was someone to live for. Hilda was radiant when she spent time with Spencer, who named her mother and sought her advice. The boy turned out to be very clever, excelling in his studies. And on weekends, they all spent time together at the summer house. Spencer grew accustomed to work from an early age and eagerly helped in the vegetable garden. He skillfully weeded flowers and carrots, assisted his new mother with watering, and found joy in it all.”

“The boy especially enjoyed grilling kebabs and baking potatoes in the yard with his foster father. It brought him great delight. Spencer always took on an important role, turning the meat. The dogs also had a lot of fun there; they ran freely, digging the ground, lying amusingly in the sand, and raced to fetch sticks with their teeth. Life continued as usual; however, Megan never settled down; she kept drinking and held a grudge against her son, considering him a traitor.”

“One day, as usual, the local police officer arrived to disperse the drunken company at her house. He scolded the vicious woman and said in his heart, ‘Megan, you have no sense of responsibility. Hilda and Buck are raising your son; your parents were buried with their own money, and not a penny was withdrawn from Mrs. Robin’s bank deposit. And you continue to drink and don’t care. Who do you think you are?'”

“Megan’s eyes lit up, ‘What deposit?’ she asked. ‘Does my mother have money in the bank? Why don’t I know about this? I live here impoverished, struggling to get by, while there is a deposit in the bank.’ The policeman waved his hand and said, ‘Get a job

; you’re a healthy woman. Then you’ll have money; smarten up. I won’t tell you anything more.’ Paul restored order, calmed the neighbors, and left.”

“While Megan pondered intensely, she began rummaging through her late mother’s belongings and documents, searching for any clue to find out where her mother kept the money. The woman was determined to get the deposit at any cost. Suddenly, it occurred to her that her deceased father must have taken the documents when he left, and now all the papers were in Buck’s house.”

“A plan matured in the mind of the foolish mother. She cleaned herself up and went to town. She bought a cheap toy car and began watching the house. During the trial, she heard exactly where her son now lived. Megan hid on a bench in the public garden and started waiting. Finally, she saw the car pull up; Buck dropped Spencer off and drove away. The boy went into the entrance, and Megan rushed after him, tracing which apartment the boy had entered.”

“She listened, and it was quiet, indicating that Spencer was alone. Megan saw this as an opportunity and rang the doorbell. Frightened, Spencer asked, ‘Mom, why did you come here?’ Inside, Megan felt anger surging through her, realizing that her son was clearly not happy to see her. However, she restrained herself and forced a luscious smile, saying, ‘Well hello, Sunny. I missed you so much. Are you alone at home?'”

“Spencer honestly answered, ‘Yes, alone. Hilda went for a walk with the dogs, and we’ll be back soon, and Buck went to the gas station. Why did you come here?’ Megan didn’t listen further; she shook the boy and sharply asked, ‘Tell me now, where are the grandfather’s documents?’ The boy, very frightened, blurted out, ‘Daddy’s room. And why do you need them? Grandpa’s dead. What are you up to? Go away!'”

“Without paying attention to his words, Megan locked him in the bathroom and propped the door open with a chair. Then she rushed to the bedroom, searching for the documents she needed, and quickly found them in a prominent place. Megan grinned and ran away, not paying attention to the crying Spencer. The boy kept pounding his fists on the door and shouting, ‘Open up, Mom! Open the door! I’m scared. What are you doing there? Why did you come here?'”

“Megan only shouted back as she ran away, ‘Nothing. Sit down and think about how you betrayed your mother. I’m doing what I need to.’ In twenty minutes, Hilda came back from her walk with the dogs; they were tearing off their leashes and barking frantically, sensing the presence of a stranger. The woman didn’t understand what had happened; the door was open, but she heard Spencer crying, ‘Mommy, is that you? Duke? Buck? Open the door! I’m in the bathroom.'”

“Hilda rushed to the bathroom and let her son out; he immediately threw himself on her neck and began to sob. She comforted him and asked, ‘Sunny, don’t cry. You were scared, my little one, but everything is over now. What happened? Who came? Were we robbed?’ Spencer told her everything, sobbing, ‘You won’t scold me for opening the door, right? I thought Mom missed me, so she found me. I was surprised, but she locked me up and searched for Grandpa’s papers in your bedroom. She’s mean. She doesn’t like me; I’m afraid of her.'”

“Hilda immediately called Buck, who rushed home urgently. They examined everything and found that everything seemed to be in place except for Mr. Robin’s documents from the bank. The man sadly concluded, ‘Well, it’s clear to me. Megan got wind of the money in the bank and decided to take it for herself. I’ll call the district police officer now and inform the police; let them teach her a lesson. Don’t worry, son; she won’t be here again.'”

“While Buck made calls, Megan managed to withdraw the contribution of her mother by some miracle. Now no one could find her; the incident remained deeply ingrained in little Spencer’s memory, and his resentment towards his mother carried on throughout his life. He successfully graduated from school with a focus on mathematics and entered the University. He studied economics and banking and received an increased scholarship. Soon, his first love also entered his life.”

“Spencer, along with Duke and Bucky, enjoyed going for a jog in the park early in the morning when the whole city was still asleep. It was there that he met Kathy, a cute student from a pedagogical college who also jogged in the mornings. For a long time, Spencer was modest and shy, afraid to talk to her. He simply admired the slim, flexible body and luxurious long hair of this charming brunette.”

“Their introduction was facilitated by the public’s perception of these young celebrities became a significant aspect of their journey. Their fame brought admiration and support, but it also raised concerns about the trade-off between privacy and financial success.

While their girls helped the family financially, they were also trading their private life for public scrutiny. Amy faced criticism regarding her parenting style. People questioned the ethics of exposing the girls to fame at such a young age, expressing concerns about them missing out on a childhood due to their involvement in runway walks and television appearances.

Striking a balance between being children and managing a vast public presence was challenging. As they grew, the girls navigated this transition, adapting the content on their YouTube channel to reflect their age and interests. Videos now featured arts and crafts, cooking, playdates, and explorations in the world of hair and beauty.

Their experiences resonated with their growing audience. In 2021, the twins took another significant step in their journey. They released a book titled “The McClure Twins Make It Fashion,” showcasing not only their journey but also their creative talents.

As the twins approached their 10th birthday, their growth was astonishing. They retained their beauty and charm, with some suggesting they had become even more beautiful with age. Thriving in the limelight, their success proved to be more than just a fleeting moment but a sustainable journey.

Guidance from their parents ensured they pursued their passion while bringing joy and inspiration to millions of fans. The McClure twins achieved remarkable success, and the future holds endless possibilities for these young stars.

Their rise to fame showed that believing in someone’s potential, as Amy did for her daughters, can propel them to great heights. Despite challenges and criticisms, the girls’ journey from ordinary children to extraordinary celebrities marked them as true stars in the making.

The world eagerly awaits to see where

they’ll go next and what further accomplishments lie ahead for the McClure twins.

What do you think about the girls achieving fame at such a young age? Would you create a YouTube channel with your family? What is your opinion on the girls’ beauty? Feel free to share your thoughts!

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