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Essay 27: Because I wrote

I have a dream. I dream of writing a book. Pages and pages of words. My words. I dream of crafting sentences, which, when read together, make a story. And since in the world of dreams, anything’s possible, I dream of a magnificent story. One that will touch people, expand their hearts, make them laugh…

Essay 19: A mother’s hopes

Dear child, You’ve just turned one. In the past twelve months, you have learned so much. You are so interested in the world. You’re a keen observer. You’re patient. You’re gentle. You’re adorable. When you smile, the sun shines a bit brighter. Everything you do amazes us. I wonder what your future holds. I have…