Not again! Right, I know you’re worried now, thinking – here she is again! :p Today, however, I’d like to share with you all the story of a very ordinary girl, who had very ordinary needs in her very ordinary childhood. It was only later on in her life that she learned that those ordinary wants of hers were in fact the most pricey things in life – they couldn’t be bought.
From early childhood, she identified with being called the ‘sensible kid’. She always went with the flow, only because she believed that her parents needed a break too; one less kid to worry about. She only ever cried when she was alone, in the shower, or out in the rain – and yes, she loved the rain, which strangely, rhymed with the pain in her heart. Whenever her small frame desired warmth, she would find her own small hands wrapped around herself, and seek calm in her solitude.
The early years of her life passed her by without much event. As she grew older…
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