June 27 ****
I was born in this World. I was pure and delicate.
Weeks has passed and I started seeing how beautiful the woman in front of me and being thankful for her for letting me see this beautiful place. She took care of me like I was the most precious thing in the world and hoping that everyone will love me as much as she did.
Not knowing that the World will somehow hate me someday. But still I was just a Baby and never knew anything about how cruel the World will be when I grow up.
—————————————————————Live
Never forget where you came from and love them from the bottom of your heart. Consider yourself as a precious stone just like your mother did when you were born.
Laugh————————————————————
You suddenly smile while you were sleeping, smile that caught everyone's attention. That smile is the most precious jewelry that you have and what your parents treasure. Remember to always wear that beautiful smile.
—————————————————————Love
A parent's love is whole no matter how many times divided.
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Beauty of imperfections
Художественная прозаI hope this story helps you gain your confidence and accept yourself no matter what or who you are. Either you have scars or not, fat or thin, dark or white, tall or small, clear skin or not. Embrace your flaws. Just remember love yourself and never...
