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Raising Stories



Raising children means letting go bit by bit, but that's not always easy

Fifteen years now, time went fastChildhood almost in the pastAlmost woman, beauty tooImagine boys are chasing youTime is nearing, without doubtThat you're wanting to go outA scary thought, my little girlYour beauty shining like a pearlOut there where I ca...


When I was five, I lived in New York. I didn't know, nor care if I was popular or not. I was just there, and played my own way. I later grew to learn which side belonged to me. As I look back, it seemed to me that I was the most forgotten and least likabl...