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The peacefulness of the wind blowing along her face, through her hair and pass her ears made a whirring noise, which was soon interrupted as she felt a tug on her long flowing dress that tickled her ankles as it swayed when she looked behind her.
The petite little boy wearing an azure, long-overdue to be washed football shirt, and his carer nowhere in sight. It was that time of the year again. Rachel bent down, hearing the click off her knee ligaments and sighing for effort, searching through her bag and finding what he evidently looked-for.
The Red Pocket.
Seeing his face light up, laugh lines crease his face and excitement overflows, as she offered him the envelope, to which he generously accepted.
"Good Luck kid"
Rachel had finally let go.
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Good Luck
Ficção AdolescenteA narrative about Rachel and the challenges she goes through with clashing cultures. She's a strong child of God and her father has a new found girlfriend that is Buddhist and well go figure. Chinese New Year. She's oh so very passionate and unas...
