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The Jungle Monkey: Firecracker And The American Dream

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"Pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows", she sings repeatedly as she swings from the rails of the bunk beds. The jingling of the dog's tags keeping to the rhythm of the song, fill my living room with a comfortable background noise as I sit her and write these words. The jungle monkey is my 9 year old daughter. She starts 4th grade on Monday and wishes she was graduating already. Our small, quaint apartment is located in the quiet, cowtown of Amarillo, Texas. I say "quiet" as the whistle of a wind rattles our windows as it blows 40 miles an hour across the grassy plains. This is finally where we can call home. I am Krysta. This is Mario and that firecracker is our daughter is Kaylen. We have held on to the American Dream of owning our own

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