Teach me to Forget

Posted by on Mar 7, 2013 in Community | 0 comments

Memories of childhood never escaped my thoughts. Every time I see red-ribbons and cotton candies at the park, I remembered pretty well how lovely it was when I was a child… innocent, fragile, full of life and happiness!

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Not everything was perfect then. I was detached with the people that I should be with during my growing up years. I knew how it was to be a granddaughter but I never had the chance to feel like a daughter and a sister.

 

 

 

 

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Regret was not a word I was taught to dwell with. Everything happened, and it will come to pass.