May we raise children who love the unloved things---the dandelion, the worms and spiderlings. Children who sense the rose needs the thorn and run into rainswept days the same way they turn towards sun. And when they're grown and someone has to speak for those who have no voice, may they draw upon that wilder bond, those days of tending tender things and be the ones. - Nicolette Sowder "Om Sean, aku boleh enggak minta hadiah ulang tahun? Tolong bilang ke Bunda permintaan maaf dari anak sulungnya, juga izin untuk nggak pernah kembali pulang sampai aku tutup usia." [just a preview]
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