You're a wise old lady.
Is she?
But you didn't tell me, who are you?
"People always told her she was no one but an ugly face."
"Without me, you're nothing."
The "poor girl" is not poor anymore. She's not a girl. She is a woman. She's an old woman.
She takes a deep breath, and smiles again.
"I am a warrior."
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The Nameless Child
Novela Juvenil"So many stories about depressed teens, no stories about all the poor children that have lost more than their magic." //she never gave up, yet she never believed\\ ©The Nameless Child©
