Little girls growing right before my eyes.
One is nine, and the other is five.
Telling me stories of truth and lies.
How they crave to be by my side.
You ask me questions about life and guys.
Because you think I am so wise.
Wanting me to be your guide.
My nieces, my sidekicks, how time flies.
-Liana Villarreal
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