When the little heart began to grow, it did not have any wishes. It beat to the rythm of the heartbeat of another heart. The heart of its mother.
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The Little Heart
Short StoryThe bitter-sweet story of growing up. (Disclaimers: the story is not mine, I just thought that everyone out there deserves to her this tear-jerking story )
Fetus
When the little heart began to grow, it did not have any wishes. It beat to the rythm of the heartbeat of another heart. The heart of its mother.
