The young lady turned into a fine woman, they said. A fine woman they watched for years, to list all the wounds she acquired because they care for her. Now that the young lady already knew how to walk on her own, all the wounds she had started aching, and she decided to run, hoping that they would numb. They ran after her, afraid that they would lose her. Shouting the Fine Woman's name to make her stop, yet she ran faster until she saw her mother.
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Non-FictionThis book delves into the realm of philosophical and existential inquiries, exploring the fundamental questions that have puzzled humanity for centuries. This book is a compilation of personal reflections and musings that chronicle the author's ongo...
