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Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

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My Big Hand And His Small Hand

"Mom... Could you bring me to school? It's the first day." Wah... My child is growing up. My big palms swallowed his, leading him into the gates for the very first time in his life time, and in mine, with him.... Continue Reading →

Bully

My dense glasses, my acne-filled complexion, trembling in my knees, the fear of walking out of the school's gate. they are waiting for me. The terrifying thought haunted me immensely, infuse great fear into me. I did not do anything wrong, why are... Continue Reading →

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