To my grandmother who gave me books and more books when I was little and did everything I asked from the moment I woke up until I fell asleep. Thank you for all the love, I will never forget you, avó Nonina
Maybe, at the end of the race there's a meaning for each hurdle overcome and a lesson learned for each fall
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wordsmith's manuscript
RomanceIn the shadows of his own existence, a teenager engulfed in solitude, still torn by the loss of his sister and the anguish of caring for a mentally debilitated mother, is summoned by his teacher to join an after-school writing group. There, amidst t...
