Their Stories
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  • LECTURAS 533
  • Votos 12
  • Partes 3
  • Hora 5m
Concluida, Has publicado ene 21, 2019
Not a neglected child,not an abused child,not an abandoned child.This  is about some of real stories of people I knew whose lives are resentful of their parents,,a child's psychological struggle about not getting enough parent's love and yearning for more proper love and care ,,,this story focusses on the importance of every parent to understand their children before attending their needs
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