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She remembers. She remembers those days, those days when the sun shone brightly and the birds chirped loudly, singing beautiful hymns of song that filled the air. When the stars twinkled at night and the moon smiled at her while it slept.
Those days when her mother- her birth mother- would sing a lullaby at night or read a story until she fell asleep, showering her with kisses and hugs and showing her how much she really loved her. How her mother would wake her up every morning with kisses and prepare her for school. She would watch her as she bathed and scold her if she didn't brush her teeth before going to bed. Those dishes, the delicious dishes her mother would cook and how her father would compliment her after each meal. How her mother would laugh- that sweet sound she produced anytime she was happy that couldn't leave her head and continued to replay each time she closed her eyes- and her father would kiss her passionately without minding their little daughter who watched them with love.
Those days when her father would teach her how to ride a bicycle and hold her firmly so she wouldn't fall. How her mother ran and comforted when she heard her cry because she had fallen down from the bicycle and scolded her father who had a guilty look on his face. Those days when her father would buy her all sort of dolls and cuddle her before she sleeps each night.
She remembers the family picnics, those days she and her family would go to the park or the beach or the garden beside her house and have a picnic there. She would sit on her mother's lap while she read a book and her father would watch them closely. They will chat for a while before they would play a game. Those days when her father would tell her and her mother that they are the most important women in his life and how he would whisper in their ears and tell them how much he loves them. Those days when they would play football and her father would allow her and her mother to win just to make them happy. He would dive the wrong way whenever her mother kicked a ball and hug her whenever she scored a goal even though he knew she was not supposed to score a goal. And when it was his young daughter's turn, he would take her too close to the post and allowed her tiny legs to kick the not too strong ball. He would praise her and clap his hands and carry her on his shoulder, turning her around until she felt dizzy and couldn't laugh anymore.
She remembers those days, those days when she was much younger,when life had more meaning to her, when life was blissful and peaceful, when her life had no tears, and when her life hadn't been shattered.
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MYSTERIES OF HER PAST
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